Tomorrow - Step Brothers, Blu, Rakaa

Sat on a bench penning a verse

Yes, it’s Evidence

Who wrote «For Whatever It’s Worth»

I let the ink bleed

‘Cause when I squeeze it’s cohesive

Make a beat, release the cold pieces

That’s the sound when I am down and out

Round and round, we go round another roundabout

The city painted blue or red is what a pound about

I’m steppin' out tonight, and god willing stepping out of bounds

I came up, but money can’t buy me

Love, but it can buy me other things I need

What?

Do you think it’s time to break the gate again

I motivate and think bigger than money out the ATM

It’s as good as gone, shit, it’s as bad as here

Status, it’s the climate in the atmosphere

Things you can’t touch, spray but can’t brush

I guess the latency said a little late

But I can’t rush

Sat in the back of the Jimmy Z

And I started sketchin'

One arm hanging out the window with the muscle flexin'

Stacy Adams foot on the seat, resting

Open the book of revelations and pick out a lesson

Powers beyond control of pencil

Draw blood every time I cut a record, I blow a vessel

You get charcoal

The battery charge while this Japanese sparkle in the carafe

Two fingers, raise the glass off the marble

It’s all a legend

Mix the medicine with the Benson and Hedges

Know where the ledge is

Might take a little off of the top, fade the edges

Still keep it crisp

Pay no attention to the politics, ‘cause ignorance is bliss

Complex napoleon, triple-X nickelodeon

Remove the garbage

Work the night shift, the rap custodian

Use your face as a tray to put out a bogie

In due recording, midnight, noon, or morning

So move according

I sat on a plane and let my brain unwind

Hot towels for my face and wine

Defying the laws of gravity, space and time

International air space, I’m flying with the divine

Keep the fact that race tracks could lead to dark places in mind

Exercising smart taste, refined

Higher than artificial borders in these man made line

Thirty thousand feet above a pastor, man made crime

The future is pure potential I’m promised

And unpolished, is raw

Soft clay, but data’s the new knowledge

The present is a gift, like my presence when I’m gone

In fact, it’s always right now, even when I’m wrong

The elevation never drops

Tell em better never stops

Watch ‘em play the part

I tell ‘em to get some better props

Understanding one world

Over trying to set it off

Looking down I see the bubble

Hoping that it never pops

Check it

I sat on a bus, brushing my wave

Sunny CA

My sunshine shine, as if it don’t rain

Your dame went from no name

To damn near knowing the whole game

That’s cold fame

My cell phone rang

My number don’t change

I picked it up

Had her pick me up from my domain

She drove a dope range

Like my blood brother who don’t bang

She love that Cobain

Because she blow brains and blow things up

Out of proportion sometimes

I light her propane

She like to hold hands with grown mans

I like to hold papers and blow cake like it’s my birthday

I feel I’m thirty eight

I say forget my curses, J

I should’ve went to church today

To wash away my sins

So I could shine, when them curtains raise

I hope the gas prices lower, like the murder rate

So all that bread can circulate, properly

Where the urban stay

So much red and blue, you saw it was a purple state

I guess they threw that gold on it and hopes Earvin stay