The Interlude

Yah heard pocket full of stones
Well I got a pocket full of lint
Frustrated from living with a dream and a couple of cents
It don't make sense when you don't have a pot to piss in
I'm fishing to find a wishing well to pitch in
I'm on a mission trying to fit in
But threads were knitted all out of commission
My intuition telling me it'll be better days
Start to see a change in faith when I don't see a change
Man, another over draft at the bank
At least my bills paid so you know I can't complain
I know some young niggas that'll scrape their last change
For a quick vacay to get higher than a plane
They fly like paper then gone M.I.A.
Go catch them around the corner they won't have visas in their names
But come around here you can catch them all day
Taking on every corner trying to find to make a way

For the love for the money
The love for the cars
The love for the hoes
I suppose that we can never double back when trying to get this paper
We can never double back when trying to get this paper
For the love for the money
The love for the cars
The love for the hoes
Wait, and I suppose that we can never double back when trying to get this paper
We can never double back when trying to get this paper
Nigga

My vices might turn me into a crisis
I'm alright sis just look into my iris
Darker than the shade of my skin
A Nubian man who fell short, Gary Coleman
Find me stroking your girl different ways you can't float man
She mad, you playing
And all I'm saying is you picking up the slack cause you paying
All the wrong attention from the main attraction
I got to show these kids how to ride a Meg thee stallion