Growing Pains III

Outside, I can hear 'em busting, busting, and the police they rushing

Go to my head like concussion, I'd rather not have this discussion

My mind racing for the elevation of the toxic in my blood

Where my mind don't know now, but I know where it was

I need Nikki, where is Nikki, baby girl, please come and get me

Now I'm old and shit is trippy, but I know that God is with me

This that baby mama drama, give a fuck about a man I know I'ma

Be there for my son, talking with my sister it begun

End of the month, that's the worst of the month

But the first of the month, put the weed in a blunt

That welfare check, check won't ever bounce like my daddy did

But I'm glad he did 'cause it made me strong, maybe help somebody with this song

Paint the picture of my life, growing up, what it was like

Section 8, grab a plate, food for thought, gravitate

Food stamps, social services tryna take me away

My mama locked up, I pray to God that I see her today

Maybe not, maybe so, West Deer Park, that's all I know

Just me and my homies, people that know me only ones that know

Around my way, livin' day by day

Corn rows and hang time, automatics and gang signs

Five-O with them canines, manhunt when it's game time

They was robbing the ice cream man in broad day

Now I'm running from the police don't know how, but I got away

Selling weed to my homies and a girl in the building that know me

At fifteen, such a fiend for the shit that I seen

All my homies smoking green, fucking bitches sipping lean

It was king, it was cool, seemed like something I should do

Such a youngin, such a fool, now I'm breaking into school

'Cause my homie told me to, what to do, what would you?

When will I lose my anonymity, and become one with the enemy

Tell me would I be the enemy, feel like nobody in front of me

I can feel the vibe

Bobby, what are you thinking?

What are you dreaming about?

Bobby, what's inside?

What are you thinking right now?

Go to sleep

I guess maybe I was thinking things would be different now

'Cause when I wake up, my dreams fade, everything cascade

In this vanilla sky, I feel like David Aames

Why must I open my eyes?

I wish I could stay asleep forever, attain ever goal I wanted

And watch it repeat forever, will it happen? Maybe never

Maybe so, I got to know, but tell me why

I picture myself at the top, but I know that I'm dreaming

Will I wake up before I finally confront all my demons?

Maybe not

All I know is this life I live, I can't live it no longer

Wish I was stronger, wish that I could survive

Turn on the TV, let it wash my brain

Pretend that family's my family to avoid the pain

Hello children, how was school? It was good, how 'bout you?

I love you, I love you, son, I love mama, too

Are you ready for dinner?

I'm able to set the table till I snap out the fable when that TV turn off

And I realize I'm back in hell

Logic has recorded seventeen hundred songs in the span of his ten years as an MC

However, only just over a hundred and fifty have been released to the public