Good to be goin

End of the Road (I'm Leaving)

So now I near the end of the road
And friends of my soul
Are soundin like boyz 2 men,
They can't let go
But I can’t let gold
Glitter from far
And treat it like stars
When you know what you want that means you know what you are
And you know that you mar
The landscape like a crater
Surrounded by fake threats, real dangers and weak haters
Not to mention the friends that could be realer, or faker
WTF I feel like Kobe Bryant stuck on the Lakers
People want what I am but they don’t want me
So as I puff on my green they huff green with envy
Maybe they should slip into these sandals for a minute and then see
Why being friendly and empty has a good chance to incense me
And tempt me to drop their top like a convertible Bentley
Around here when they talk about the psycho they meant me
And nobody asks about any sharp object that they lent me
I mean, all I really want to do is help earth and the humanity
But I don’t need to know every bird under the canopy
Just like every fuckin nerd who comes up to me with vanity
About their GPA pushes me towards insanity
This aint what I planned to be
But the plans were just guidelines
And because I find it hard to color shit I drew wide lines
So now from the sidelines
Hecklers dissing my game?
Fine, keep talking but remember the name
In fact, keep walking or you’ll remember the flame
That I pushed your face into because you pulled at my frame
I saw before I came
That most people don’t get me
And they hate what they don’t understand,
Then try to hit
And they shocked when they get rocked or I pull out the glock
Or just break open they heads with my gym locker lock
Because its always the same situation
I’m patient but I know that most people are better at hating
While they thinking of attacking I’m just sitting there waiting
And waking each day to watch the time slip away
Hasn’t made me any less likely to be stressed in the day
So I’ll play in the tourney, at the end of my journey
Just the same – because I’ll never hear people mourn me
Just scorn me at the end of the road as the beginning
At this point its cherubs singing
Tuned to church bells ringing,
Ya’ll can stay in your hell but remember:
I’m Leaving.