Jim Dean

Here to save the day and steal the game It ain't a crime if you don't get caught I know names who moving the same Just staying out the way We get away with a lot My quiet thoughts at night can turn rowdy Light bulbs and bright ideas can turn cloudy Big dreams even if they doubt them I never was so sure if I wasn't sure about them This is not your thing, this is ours Gangsters got this thing about flowers Rappers got this thing about power Bitter and sour, gossip at the top of every hour Walking in the rain, off the Jim Beam Dreams broken on the boulevard, Jim Dean Get a grip for bars like a gym beam Eyes redder than the rosters on the swim team I ain't thinking about BET I'm talking about debt, 'D' to add the 'E-B-T' 91, Dub C, don't work, you don't eat Crossed streets where reality and hard times meet Back in my youth I was a wildcat Put my tires in reverse and get some miles back It's been a minute since a while back Round of applause, blow the horns like Miles back Its god's work, that is not in my hands But I'm holding on tight for a few of my fans It's dedicated if the line is short And if the line goes long that was your support It was a few times I wanted your respect But you try to play me like some kind of a threat The time to been elusive ain't a lack of love Just an alley cat, got a lack of trust I went from slow flow to never the same flow Cause doing part two's is not the reason I came for Until then I at the end of the rainbow But still the pot of gold about as real as the game shows Here to save the day and steal the game It ain't a crime if you don't get caught I know names who moving the same Just staying out the way we get away with a lot Trooper, just below forty with the wind chill All my shorties getting spin like windmills Weatherman, I've been hailed the sky curse Fire verses I write for what the prize worth Partner, one and I got stucked Fell, but I got up Never went back down Never played the background Anxious more than patient, I attack now I'm get my way as one I acted out Never waiting on the industry Waiting on the tables 'til the tables turning into me Go back, hands on the clock, you call it throwback But only no dope and judge not if I know that Need is need, that ain't weak shit But greed is greed that's some weak shit I make a promise I'mma keep it Never take my kindness for a weakness