If Tomorrow's Not Here (Feat. Twelve'len)

Lights out! If tomorrow's not here, I write down all of my worst fears Fear of loss, fear of change, fear of losing my peers Apparently I will watch the whole world collapse and appear No tears, my intuition tells me that the end is near The only thing I should fear is fear itself Learn that being afraid of God is being afraid of yourself So go to church nigga, but I won't go cause I don't know Where all the money and the collection plate go If the church still owe, then you know, read your bible at home I'ma read it myself, all the stories that I'm reading show me how to prevail The guard came in the other day and gave me some mail and said that I got a phone call When I get out we gon' go harder than Medusa, building stone walls out of human flesh Dave Koresh, burn that shit down even though I'm not around I know you gon' hold it down till the day that I get out If tomorrow's not here, if tomorrow's not here [x2] So are you it, or you ain't, or just claiming to be? Either you're something, or nothing, or just nothing to see (If tomorrow's not here) Let's all jump out the window Before your casket get closed, and your ashes get smoked Tomorrow's not promised but the coming's real close Oh, gotta do a little soul searching Let's all jump out the window Before your casket get closed, and your ashes get smoked Tomorrow's not promised but the coming's real close Oh, gotta do a little soul searching If tomorrow's not here, I write down all of my worst fears Fear of loss, fear of change, fear of losing my peers We, been afraid of something that is out of my control Like a verse from Duckworth make a silly rapper's butt hurt Sodomized through the eyes of a troubled youth Talking between the bars, you tell them within the booth Way back in 2012 when a nigga was 22 Passed you the Tropicana now my niggas got the juice For millennias to come, go Millennium Falcon Fuck a hand out, I'd rather leave my hands solo The smartest thing you ever did, Curry, was going solo While I'm in the county blues, Monty bout to take over the promo for the fam I'm here because I never gave a damn, like an angry beaver smoking dust and reefer Live life, smoke a pound, even though I'm not around I know you gon' hold it down till the day that I get out So are you in, or you ain't, or just claiming to be? Either you're something, or nothing, or just nothing to see Let's all jump out the window Before your casket get closed and your ashes get smoked Tomorrow's not promised but the coming's real close Oh, gotta do a little soul searching Let's all jump out the window Before your casket get closed and your ashes get smoked Tomorrow's not promised but the coming's real close Oh, gotta do a little soul searching Yo, I'd like to dedicate this track, to my nigga Ruben Thompson and my nigga Darnell Butler ULT, ultimately till infinity We gon' make sure y'all niggas straight when y'all get out Shout out to all my niggas that's been locked down Rest in peace to anybody that ain't here with us right now RIP Chinaman, RIP Lotto, man... RIP Bo I wish all y'all niggas could enjoy the luxury that we've got right now It's not too many real niggas left out here Everybody is claiming they true but they show they true colors at the end of the day Niggas is chameleons to me, just blending in with they surroundings ULT for life