How Big is Your World? - Median

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Moody/Median

A tree died for me to scribe on this loose leaf

Shallow niggas like, «Median is too deep»

Cats stay frontin' like they runnin' who’s streets?

World Trade terror?

Now that’s true beef

The innocent fear for they life now

Runnin' out the White House

Shut down airlines, they cuttin' lights out

The temperature is risin'

Meltin' ice down

At the polars of the Earth and we gettin' high now

Scriptures, Revelations, bout to reach their height now

And we watchin' it on TV, like movies of the week

Thin line between fiction, reality

Who teach the violence, but where all the wildin' be

To enterprise, just take God and y’all eat

I should have saw it comin'

I was tryin' to find a freak

Streets raised me to find a grind tryin' to eat

And keep a little stash until I find the hottest sneeks

Throw blinders on the Jeep

And spend drug money as we drive economy

And now we got killers livin' where my momma be

And we stack paper for that by any means?

They never said stayin' in school was playin' cool

Cash Rules Everything but I’m not moved

I never missed a syllable that them bigger niggas mentioned

They respect the sports and the niggas in the prisons

I’m a product of environment

How big is your world?

How big is your world?

How big is your world?

How big is your world?

How big is your world?

How big is your world

or the ways of my life?

Do I wanna change or just waste all my life?

Median is balanced but at times I’m Moody

And all he wants;

a brew and a dutch and a true freak

I know that type of livin' only causes casualties

But tell that to Moody, my split personality

He really don’t mean no harm

With the ladies he’s a charm

Posses the gift of gab

He’s witty, you’ll laugh

He’s the one you’ve seen if I’ve ever played the ass

Don’t have problems sayin' that

Walk a mile in my big shoes

It may sound like I’m wildin'

But Median is bout to handle my problems

Tryin' to get my mom out the factory job

Arthritis in her hands be makin' her wrists throb

But she’s got a car note and a mortgage to pay

So even if I get high I grind everyday

Plus hustle to them classes tryin' to make good grades

Is it time for work till it’s time for play?