Practiced habits die hard,
s'hard to act this way on a masked tape mattress
s'hard to match this blasted track list
Soundtrack, its the melody of my life
pounded back through the message of my wife
She gone now.. s'why I'm back writin' songs now
Never wondered 'how' til rights about now
but oh well, I never heard the sound
so clear as the notes and rhythms I found now
Just rollin' with the rhythm, keep track with divisions
dolin' out revisions, never settle with women

Just remem-ber-in all the down ass men
the people I'da layed my life down for..
All my down ass friends
Remember, cause I'm back in Sac Town again,
Remember, cause I'm back in the 9-1-6
with all the same fuckin' parties, and the same damn chicks but
Its all good 'cause I've grown from the damage
See I can survive when I feel I can't manage

Its all just life, like a Jurassic 5 classic track
Askin' back about shit, rappin' about shit,
And no dreams of gold or platinum plaques
just about givin' myself heart attacks
when I'm listenin' to playbacks
in little children's hatch backs
Is that a blunt? homie let me snatch that
I'm back involved and livin' where the green grass at

Once again the Sac Town Savage,
rollin' with those who have it- and those who wish they have it
Drinkin with the same fools stompin' drama- "c'mon homie who you mad at"
Calm down, let the drama float away
Remember hope and rock some Marvin Gaye
drop the needle and just let the music play its,
just an example of the real world life,
tryin' not to rely on samples and dealin' with strife just

Let it flow, let yourself go,

Match the tempo to the beat thats in your heart
whether you a singer or the hardest artist
Let yourself define the song, not the other way around
This is the most important lesson that I've found.




(its not great but fuuuuuuuuuck it... thanks for reading anyway.)