In the Air

Written to Phil Collins "In the air tonight"

I felt it, it was wrong, not a good feeling/
Black suits, red tie nothing but the business

Relax, we've made our money we need new ventures/
Something where we can let loose with no censors

Where our values won't be the shit in question/
These peaks and valleys should subject to adjustment

Since for the longest time I feel like I'm on the beast/
Roller coasting through life but without a safety release

Literally with seat of our pants is what we escape with/
And I regret half of the shit I write as soon as I say it

Am I wrong? I think not/
I think that my life blood is consistent with hip hop

I walk into a building you can hear pen drop/
My life is movie, look closely enough and you'll see a prop

Holding me up. Groupies showing me love. My dick is a joint they be rolling me up.

Smoking me hard with they friends, they all get lit/
And your girl join in asking if she can get hit

So...i let her in on a major secret/
She get up to hear, look down and see her seat wet

I said she had my heart, if she was good she could keep it/
That put seed of doubt in her mind, now I know you seen that

And that's funny to me, the chicks so easy to game/
They google my name, and they demeanor change, look at my chain. It's something jay gave to dame. Who gave it a dame. Man its so hard to explain.

It's easy to me I wrote this shit in hour or less/
it's not best my best, but time is money be my guest

To say that's it's wack, it's still mine, I get on the beat.
Sure it's weak, I rap and I'm on wall street.

So hit me up, I've made money on a down market/
And I'm shooting star, a moving target

For you to aim for ur dreams, I've accomplished it. I got tired of running a firm, let me try this rhyming shit