A Day in a Week in a Year

A day, in a week, in a year

Where e'rything exactly as you feared

Lightning could strike me right here

Right here, holdin' a phone to my ear

The rest of my life I'ma be like, "Yo, I was standin' right there."

Boxes under the stairs

Found some old Nike Airs, still tight

Dust 'em off like, I remember workin' nights for this pair

Nightmares of what it'll be like

Lights from your flight's landing gear draw near

If I knew you was comin', woulda picked somethin' more debonair

Best laid plans of mice and tin men

I was dead, didn't need to pretend when the bayonet went in

A army of fiends, she put chrysanthemums and daffodils in the burnt end of they crack stems

Tears stream down they cheeks, just really really weep

But in the end

They hit-They hit the pipe again

If I lose, it was rigged

I'm the man if I win

Before settlin' on a narrative, I took 'em all for a spin

On black ice

Steering locked

Driftin'

Calm from the shock, oncomin' brights hot

On the windshield it's one particular raindrop

Caught strugglin' in the incandescence

Took my hands off the wheel and cut the engine

Do we fight it?

Do we like it?

How do we recognize it?

How do we recognize it? (How do we know?)

So we like (Do we fight it?)

So we like (Do we like it?)

I don't know

I don't know

Grenades attached to rockets

And eager to tell you the names of they prophets

Rappers runnin' outta gas

Halfway through they second project

My buildin' smell like burnt chocolate

Knockin' that new Young Lil Willie Bosket

Paradise in a gold watch

I was right, the price was a lot (That shit's expensive)

Mildly disappointed that all those guns was props

You tinkered with the flow, but yo, the whole style rocks (Somebody gotta say it)

Who knows, though? Nowadays maybe you gotta shoot your shot

I dipped in the fog, rollin' right off the lock

Put drums on the bock

It's a game of inches, like when Police beat you to the fuckin' spot

Kept walking, head down, waitin' to hear stop

Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn underneath the three clocks

Unsurprised when the choppers chop

I read the play, hatchet job, but you work with what you got

Life is just two quarters in the machine

But, either you got it or don't that's the thing

I was still hittin' the buttons, "Game Over" on the screen

Dollar movie theater, dingy foyer, little kid, not a penny to my name

Fuckin' with the joystick, pretendin' I was really playin'

Pretendin' I was really playin'

Pretendin' I was really playin'

Do we fight it?

Do we like it?

How do we recognize it?

How do we recognize it? (How do we know?)

So we like (Do we fight it?)

So we like (Do we like it?)

I don't know

I don't know

Do we like it? (So we like it)

Do we like it? (So we like it)

How do we recognize it?

How do we recognize it? (How do we know?)

Do we like it? (So we like it)

How do we recognize it? (How do we know?)

How do we recognize it? (How do we know?)

(How do we know?)

(How do we know?)

(How do we know?)

(How do we know?)