Spaceships

I write my raps past the margins, words be busting through lines

Damn, they gave my dawg a nickel just for dealing with dimes

It's like I'm losing my mind, trying to chase the divine

Like my wrist with no watch, dawg, I don't got time

I'm rolling up in search of higher meaning

The fire steaming, is my soul pure enough to get past heaven's required screening

There I go again, chasing, running thin on my patience

I seen Scotty beamed up, he ain't leave on no spaceship

Nah, he ain't leave on no space

Man, them jays were smoking crack right in front of our faces

Never hit a home run, I was running them bases

Never really rocked no J's, I was rocking them Asics, dawg