Gotham Video (MV)

Rubber-band if I pull it back to the place that was love
Contraband on my hand you die when I pull like a plug
Take me back to a place
To the war to the drugs
To the straps, the pistol black pull it back like a rug
What it mean to be free, see looking back that was me
Identify my face, the way he walk like a G
But never one by the waist, he giving back like a fee
I switch back, picture back so much more I could see
I vindicated my vision, I pressure point the precision
I paint away to the feelings, I mean the humble beginnings
Everything was so blue, until I found my hue
Reminisce bout you and everything you been through
My open letter to God, contemplate if its true
I pray you keep on forgiving I swim in sin just for you
Recollecting my fees, giving back just to you
Take the bands to another man who could tell what he do
I'm getting lost in my thoughts, resemble weed to the booze
I meditate in my mind, I ride the wave like a cruise
Take a trip on a rocket ship taking off to I knew
See I could tell all the things that you hide in a shell, but you don't hear me
I pray for the wish and wells
Afraid for the kiss and tell
Afraid, but I never dwell, especially I know that I'm a winner
Trigger trigger happy lock and load I'm feeling focused
Magic magic with my cursive disappear like Hocus Pocus
If I hit the scene I wonder will they notice
Getting betrayed feelings from the people who the closest
Welcome to my circus mask on I call em jokers
Tickin tickin boom blast away that from a lotus
Persecuted for grammar was disciplined like from bama
Never was cool with Santa, I almost moved out to lanta
Take a chance to examine what my life was
Don't be afraid never knowing when your life's up