[Verse 1] The phone rings, its a quarter to 9 Im slippin on some fresh kicks and jacket with matching lining My boys on the line and announcing the time and How I need to hurry cause its bout to be live man A parties jumping off DJs bringin beats My boys bringing his girl, the one he met last week Mad geeked he says peace and ends the conversation with that Not sure what to expect, but thats the beauty perhaps So I rush out of my crib followed by the door Meet up, get to the club, make my way to the floor Im seeing girls showing flesh, dancing shoes in full effect My boys in the vicinity his girls to his left Rubbing her bootie on me, when his heads turned right Yo a cutie indeed, damn, but something aint right So I ignore her gestures, and proceed with my business Just enjoying music and some physical fitness And when the nights over yo were back at my boys crib He dips to the store, so Im alone with his mistress She sits at a distance...but what is this? Shes throwing charm like javelins traveling within inches I duck and dodge but now her hands on my leg Damn shes creeping towards red I hold my head and beg... [Chorus] Father, dont let me be tempted, cause I been that route Sayin father dont let me be tempted I been there before [Verse 2] And after nights like that, Im dead tired at work Behind on deadlines and a boss thats a jerk 2 years under my belt, sitting here, whats the worth? Staring at a screen until my vision is blurred Word, Im trying to get by, cause I must survive Living for measly checks till the day that I die? Never that, settle that I hear a voice in my head sing Just then I see a pen and timecard for weeks ending Yeah I worked plenty, but the question is when I can say I worked 20 when I only did 10 And pretend, cause with the extra ends theres plenty to spend on Or if accounts in the red, its what Ill depend on Once the rents gone, and its due real soon So Im convincing myself, my lies could be true And its funny, how money can change your thinking Like a boat that floats false hope when your sinking Im flinching I pause with a pen in my palm I see two doors so to my lord I sing this song... [Chorus] [Verse 3] Im saying, twist ya thinking caps to the side Im saying one time for your mind one time Im like walking the ave on a hot ass day Just got off that job with that modest pay But yo Im on my way hold up on my way Banks close at 6 and cash is calling my name So as I rush the door I brush shoulders with this stranger Who gets angered, throwing curses my way Straight disturbed but I say sorry man and keep walking But he keeps talking shouting chink! from his coffin Often that words left herbs bloody like tampons The settings ironic cause someones bout to get banked on Im amped son, blood is pumping through veins Im making knuckle sandwiches and lunch is on me now I know with every pickle theres a way out Just brush my shoulders off and go with the safe route But this time its different, or is it? I play out These thoughts in my mind, then from my mouth I sang out... [Chorus]
tempted, brush, timecard, boy, worked