Thought Process Lyrics by Goodie Mob Featuring Sleepy Brown

Thought Process Lyrics

    Let me get a chop at this lumber niggas
    From da down underground are hangin' around the a-town
    Lookin' for a come up, workin' from 9 to 5
    Just to get some change so t-mo can stay alive
    Not greedy or living' lavish yet but you can bet that when i do
    Nobody from my crew will i forget
    And if i start to get large and come up on some change
    I won't change, everybody know they down
    It's not the same, everyday life can be different
    These laws got me ready to ball
    Cause i fall a victim so i still be slanging them fat pillows
    To make 'em meet, each and every day as i comb my city streets
    Sometimes i wish i never had been apart of this mess
    Cause the system got us fucked up
    It put us to the test, women and men if you black you in
    Food for the soul listen to what i tell you it don't matter
    Young or old it's time we loc' up and do like we suppose
    We killin' each other over this bullshit and some clothes
    We're trapped off in this world and society with no place else to go
    So how u feel???

    Frustrated, irritated, sometimes i don't know myself i be too numb
    To feel something sometimes so i dig deep, get in the cherokee
    Let my mind fly free into the wilderness so i can get this shit off my
    Mind
    That's why i be smokin' that dank sometimes, it keeps me from snappin'
    Keeps me calm, keeps my mind open, keeps me fond of what i gots to do
    Off in the studio to get my old burd back on her feet, and my little
    Bro'
    In statesboro and my little cuz mark twain, all my
    Folks that hang with me when i was out in the trap or when i was goin'
    Thru one of our episodes, only god knows, whut i go thru so i get down
    On my knees, sometimes i come home too high to pray, but i get on my bed
    Lay on my back and meditate, anyway, in the ceilings, the four walls,
    It's
    Like cell therapy i got nothing to do but write about my l-i-f-e, put it
    Down on paper...so whut chu feel?

    I live for today, motherfuck another hour, it might be sour
    Never know my day, so i'm prayin' in the shower
    Look up and thank the lord for forgiveness, a witness to bad
    I'm lookin' for good in the southwest, god bless my neighborhood
    It's people killin' in da street to eat
    Surviving the day is the only goat that i set
    Just to make it home, i'm not alone
    Someone's out to get me when i haven't done shit wrong

    My head felt swoll, mista couldn't see past my mouth
    What route did you take man
    Caught me by that loops of my pants
    Got me on the curb lettin' tha traffic pass me by
    No questions i said nothing
    Lookin' for tha mutant to be buckin'
    Tha law naw, man gipp show him my shit
    Close my mouth then i dip
    See to me g is a person who understand tha plan
    Can't make no moves when you in tha hands of tha man
    They got some new suites down peachtree
    Left wing for tha feds, right wing for tha hardheads
    Makin' more deals than buddy folks made with hartsfield
    Somebody don't want my face in tha place, for 96 shit's slick
    Got me clean, lookin' fresh, dogs be scratchin' at my chest
    Under the order of who? guess who ain't non-iller than miller
    Wanna 1, 2 your ass no more life what you gave was tha past
    Cuz ain't no future wanna millicamp your case
    Disgrace your face, make it seem to be safe
    But ain't no place to run...

    Sometimes i don't even know how i'm gon' eat
    'bout twenty dollars away from being on the street
    Shit, you might see a nigga on tv
    But hell it's almost like i'm rappin' for free
    That little money be gone...got dammit, i'm grown
    Gotta help keep the heat and tights on
    It would be nice to have mo' but i kinda like being po'
    At least i know what my friends here fo'
    I wanna lie to you sometimes, but i can't
    I wanna tell you that it's all good, but it ain't
    It's nigga's hurtin' and uncertain 'bout if they gon' make it or not
    That's why we got nigga's killing
    Feelin like they coming up off a little dope they sold
    You can get some gold but we won't make it as a whole
    Cause without you there'd be no me
    And without no unity there will never be any happiness
    You could smoke a pound of sess and it still won't relieve yo' stress
    God bless my...thought process

    The thought process...
    Now as an outkast i was born, wasn't warned of the harm
    That would come to meet me like met life, but yet life
    Done sent me through a lot of up's and down like it ain't nothing'
    Like elevators but i ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons
    I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one
    They said it skipped from 12 to 14
    Still smoking, still drinking, no i'm sittin' on the lincoln
    4 a.m. thinkin' that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas
    We trapped off in this maze with walls made of layers
    And only prayers is the tightest game that you can have
    The devil's takin' a swing that might explain the broken glass
    But my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the wayside
    Nobody would die in cops and robbers when we used to play right

    Huh, the only thang we feared was williams, wayne
    Never though about hittin' licks or slangin' caine
    Didn't think i'd be the one to give in to abortion
    Label me murder because my ass is scorchin'
    Hot from the glock that sits under my seat
    Yeah, it's real fucked up that my floks come to get me
    And it's like dat, yeah...and it's like dem!

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