Grace Period - WILDCARD

I don’t need no alias for this shit, I won’t kill nobody

As I’m come to twist the rhythm and you try to overpower me

Will never happen like my stepfather being proud of me

I won’t bet on it, hold my breath and I won’t set on it

We’ll settle till I got a platter with his fuckin' head on it

Yo, people trying to ask me why I’m always on the slow shit

I’ve got lot to talk about since I’ve been back from my psychosis

It’s not cool to be crazy when you really were

Yeah, when you think that psychopathic paranoia really will occur

Your soul’s the briefcase with all the fortune in it

Let more whores walk all over me than the floors in an abortion clinic

Most my issues pass, rose to roses mixed with ash

It’s time to change the future, I’m the ghost of Christmas past

Coming to take you through your life and show you everything you did

From your childhood endeavors to however now you live

What you’ve done in your past don’t make you who you are

Don’t be the slave to your guilt before you find out what is truly hard

And give up under stress a new path you and hard

Not to be heartless, living in this wax museum

Life, live or die

Wonder if I could never try to start again

(Like you seen a ghost)

Life, live or die

Wonder if I could never try to start again

Verse 2: Wildcard

The truth is I’m feeling lost again

Just talked to my Pops on the collect call

From the box they locked him in

For holding rock and washing all the words off of him

I’m getting to tour back and forth from Cali up to Washington

I can’t have this, shit, I got to make a stop again

Heartbeats running faster than the helicopter chopper spin

You don’t believe me motherfucker go and check my documents

I start smoking rock and thinking everyone’s a cop again

Think they’re out to get me, yes sir

5150 and find some road hard psycho bitch to run with me

Yo, I can’t have this shit, I cannot be just like my Dad is

And have a psychopathic disestablished drug addict

And when my kids are gone, I’m just gonna worry about my happy

‘Cause all I ever think think about is where the next bag is

Imagine the baggage a dragon is dragging

Around on the back of extravagant wagons

How Dad was that’s why my change means so much

Like a reformed woman that used to be a teenage slut

She’s like a nun now, bringing that no tragedy come-round

And praying that her sons don’t get savagely gunned down

The sun’s down and all the stars will twist

As the clouds part way for the dark eclipse

Putting me on this track to make me start some shit

It’s like giving a book of matches to an arsonist

Life, live or die

Wonder if I could never try to start again

(Like you seen a ghost)

Life, live or die

Wonder if I could never try to start again