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Testo Sky´s the Limit


They say the sky is the limit

Well I guess it all depends on you

And your views

In this American dream

Don't tell me that the sky is the limit

Cause it ain't about what you can do

It's a who knows who

In this American dream

[Verse 1]

Okay you got criminals everywhere, right?

Criminals smugglin' dope across borders to feed America's high appetite

Kis, pounds, ounces, grams, whatever the weight of substance is gettin' towed

Cause drugs got a price

Home hydroponics, LSD chemist

Spoon cookin' heroine, junkies fill up methadone clinics

Get caught for crack and catch a long sentence

You ask me how I feel about that, maybe you got the wrong witness

I heard Jay Z's cool with Obama

Obama must be cool with me then I guess if I'm packin' up this Honda

I highly doubt it but fuck it, it's worth a shout out

At least that's what I tell the judge before I gracefully bowed out

Meanwhile I'm gettin' taken to the county for recieve

There's a news flash on the holdin' cell TV

Boston bombed by a terrorist at a marathon

8 year old killed and the killer's still free

Shit is hard to believe


[Verse 2]

I ain't no politically savvy citizen

I'm just an average man who writes poetry about witnessin' fuckery

And these police who always fuck with me

Do time for sharin' dirt, my boy trusted me

But I picked music over hustlin', and I made it out luckily

Could've been on corners droppin' quarters from a bucket seat

My cousins preach about the lord but all I see is crime

If the Vatican has got the book then what the fuck is mine?

Just a line with a hook

You might as well be a rapper cause you signed and get booked

All the same to a suit

Black or white, you still a crook

If you ain't a Justin Leave It to Beaver with that look

Then just drop the egg in the skillet, let it cook

Who y'all bein' took

No I'm not a crook, son but this one ain't shook

But I'm rollin' Mobb Deep, my dreams on a Harley Davidson

Pigs, I hardly wave at them, yeah I said hardly

If I'm rude then pardon me but remember…


[Verse 3]

My grandparents retired from 9 to 5s

Then paid for my hospital bills when mama was doin' lines

I wasn't raised up like the model American

But I love what it made me, life is all about where and whens

Whos and hows that ultimately create my heritage

My great grandaddy Otis would sit down in his chair and then

Smoke a cigarette while he sipped on Muscatine moonshine

Homemade, and reminisce about the old days

He died of cancer when I was 5

I wasn't allowed to go see him in his casket cause I would've cried

I got so much value off life in such a short time

Memories stick to my heart and today they still apply

They used to share crops when they were poor

He worked his ass off at the mill and then he opened up a store

Both of my granddaddies fought a war

So I can say what I'm sayin' in this record for you and yours

For you and yours, true


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