Pops Said - Panacea

Pops said go to college kid

And a dream that I had to be a novelist

Life is an ocean with a lot of wit

Look son you like Saint Nick, a lot of gifts

You got to give, drop top got to shift

Do I miss him or not yeah I toggle with

But no goo goo ga ga shit, I’m a grown ass man

But he set me up with a grown ass plan

I don’t drink a lot, yet I smoke a bit

No pork little girl with the kosher lips

Black panther growl with a Hip-Hop style

know by your child

Black American to Vietnam

It’s all, yeah I see that bond

Pops said Jason better free that mind

I did not forget don’t you see that mom

You believe this was left back in '79

Pass life rhymes way back before my time

(I'm glad I listened when my father was rapping to me)

Control the road that I walk on

And everything that I hop on

And where I’m playing my part on

The game I is my stages

In my head remain ageless

Forgetting names but no faces

(I give thanks to my pops for being around)

Pops stay straight face no frown

See the world upside when you feeling down

I walk my own path down deeper steps

With a patchy beard, and my laid back eyes

Chip off the old block yet

Now my time begins when night

Peace to Gwendolyn Brooks, parties I meant them

Reminiscing, speak on visions

, yeah I did them

But I need something different y’all

Living on the edge, you a fixed to fall

Pops said son you got to move ahead

Leave all this behind before you’re gone and dead

So I’ma get one before I die

Ain’t nothing like black American pie

(I'm glad I listened when my father was rapping to me)

Control the road that I walk on

And everything that I hop on

And where I’m playing my part on

(I give thanks to my pops for being around)

The game I is my stages

In my head remain ageless

Forgetting names but no faces

The world in my head is one adventure

The one outside needs space to enter

Like Alcatraz trynna escape Virginia

Drank, pass out, can’t remember

Where I started, dearly departed

Left me a message got to move regardless

545 is when the dream done started

12 last night’s when brain done farted

I drank too much alcohol

Talk like I hand it out for all

Can’t remember too much from

Let’s continue (when) tomorrow

(Papa was a great old man)

Control the road that I walk on

And everything that I hop on

And where I’m playing my part on

The game I is my stages

In my head remain ageless

Forgetting names but no faces