Doin My Thang - Zion I

Now in a world full of pain, hard strugglin' stressed

The Buddha say your soul sufferin', I’m still here blessed

Just to breath, please believe I’m way out west

Oakland to be exact, where the pimps still rest

And the mean mugs and thugs that test your chest

It’d be so easy for me to be a pess-I-mist

But I’m still here rhyming', still chart climbing

Addicted to the game like I’m on cane vibin'

It’s really all organic, so mamma don’t panic

Your son ain’t a crack fiend, even though I back lean

Hard on a verse til my shit sound clean

The mega lord mix board, sword with a sheen

Unseen in the night, while you sleep without light

I slave to the beat, twist it til it feel tight

Then take it to the sound proof booth with a mic

The only thing in life that always made me feel right

Some my people got high, sold they soul for spit

Some drink water fire, work to that brink

Some make hard love til it starts to sting

I stay rymin', doin' my thing

Some shorties get smart, givin' brain to kids

Some homies get live with their one night fling

Some even go to church, prayin' on they sin

I stay rymin', doin' my thing

In school I did cool, always got them grades

But I acted real bad so the teachers say:

What ya gonna do boy, you gotta go get paid

Man I be rymin', doin' my thing

And when I wrote they would joke that I wouldn’t be shit

Cause we was rocking high fashion, all counterfeit

Tryin' to learn a new dance step, and feel legit

Get a girl with a booty, and real big tits

We was crazy home boy, my mind was warped

By a 40oz bottle, speakin' tales Too Short

What’s my taste is yours, didn’t know what for

Just wanna be a rapper, wanna go on tour

Hit hoochies in a hojo, life moves slowmo

Fast forward today, on planes doin' promo

Now ya see who I am

MC to the heart, I’mma funk the jam

I coulda been a doctor, or psychologist

But it wouldn’t make me happy, I chose to bust

Roll with gamblers and hustlers

Cats who grind all the time, drink and cuss

But there’s something beautiful, it’s right beneath my touch

It’s hard to understand a certain kind of rush

That I get from my lifestyle, struggling trife style

Long way to go, happily I walk a long mile

I’ll… be… coming to town

God gave me many blessings, I’mma spread 'em around

When you see us in the club imma break shit down

And I’ll be rymin', doin' my thing

It’s my thing