Thought Process Lyrics - Soul Food - Goodie Mob

Let me get a chop at this lumber niggas 

From da down underground are hangin' around the A-Town 

Lookin' for a come up, workin' from 9 to 5 

Just to get some change so T-Mo can stay alive 

Not greedy or living' lavish yet but you can bet that when I do 

Nobody from my crew will I forget 

And if I start to get large and come up on some change 

I won't change, everybody know they down 

It's not the same, everyday life can be different 

These laws got me ready to ball 

Cause I fall a victim so I still be slanging them fat pillows 

To make 'em meet, each and every day as I comb my city streets 

Sometimes I wish I never had been apart of this mess 

Cause the system got us fucked up 

It put us to the test, women and men if you black you in 

Food for the soul listen to what I tell you it don't matter 

Young or old it's time we loc' up and do like we suppose 

We killin' each other over this bullshit and some clothes 

We're trapped off in this world and society with no place else to go 

So how U feel? 

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Frustrated, irritated, sometimes I don't know myself I be too numb 

To feel something sometimes so I dig deep, get in the Cherokee 

Let my mind fly free into the wilderness so I can get this shit off my 

mind 

That's why I be smokin' that dank sometimes, it keeps me from snappin' 

Keeps me calm, keeps my mind open, keeps me fond of what I gots to do 

Off in the studio to get my old burd back on her feet, and my little 

bro' 

In Statesboro and my little cuz Mark Twain, all my 

Folks that hang with me when I was out in the trap or when I was goin' 

Thru one of our episodes, only god knows, whut I go thru so I get down 

On my knees, sometimes I come home too high to pray, but I get on my bed 

Lay on my back and meditate, anyway, in the ceilings, the four walls, 

it's 

Like cell therapy I got nothing to do but write about my L-I-F-E, put it 

Down on paper... So whut chu feel? 

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I live for today, motherfuck another hour, it might be sour 

Never know my day, so I'm prayin' in the shower 

Look up and thank the Lord for forgiveness, a witness to bad 

I'm lookin' for good in the Southwest, God bless my neighborhood 

It's people killin' in da street to eat 

Surviving the day is the only goat that I set 

Just to make it home, I'm not alone 

Someone's out to get me when I haven't done shit wrong 

My head felt swoll, mista couldn't see past my mouth 

What route did you take man 

Caught me by that loops of my pants 

Got me on the curb lettin' tha traffic pass me by 

No questions I said nothing 

Lookin' for tha mutant to be buckin' 

Tha law naw, man Gipp show him my shit 

Close my mouth then I dip 

See to me G is a person who understand tha plan 

Can't make no moves when you in tha hands of tha man 

They got some new suites down Peachtree 

Left wing for tha Feds, right wing for tha hardheads 

Makin' more deals than Buddy Folks made with Hartsfield 

Somebody don't want my face in tha place, for 96 shit's slick 

Got me clean, lookin' fresh, dogs be scratchin' at my chest 

Under the order of who? Guess who ain't non-iller than miller 

Wanna 1, 2 your ass no more life what you gave was tha past 

Cuz ain't no future wanna millicamp your case 

Disgrace your face, make it seem to be safe 

But ain't no place to run... 

Sometimes I don't even know how I'm gon' eat 

'Bout twenty dollars away from being on the street 

Shit, you might see a nigga on tv 

But hell it's almost like I'm rappin' for free 

That little money be gone... got dammit, I'm grown 

Gotta help keep the heat and tights on 

It would be nice to have mo' but I kinda like being po' 

At least I know what my friends here fo' 

I wanna lie to you sometimes, but I can't 

I wanna tell you that it's all good, but it ain't 

It's nigga's hurtin' and uncertain 'bout if they gon' make it or not 

That's why we got nigga's killing 

Feelin like they coming up off a little dope they sold 

You can get some gold but we won't make it as a whole 

Cause without you there'd be no me 

And without no unity there will never be any happiness 

You could smoke a pound of sess and it still won't relieve yo' stress 

God bless my... thought process 

The thought process... 

Now as an Outkast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm 

That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life 

Done sent me through a lot of up's and down like it ain't nothing' 

Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons 

I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one 

They said it skipped from 12 to 14 

Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 

4 A.M. thinkin' that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas 

We trapped off in this maze with walls made of layers 

And only prayers is the tightest game that you can have 

The devil's takin' a swing that might explain the broken glass 

But my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the wayside 

Nobody would die in cops and robbers when we used to play right 

Huh, the only thang we feared was Williams, Wayne 

Never though about hittin' licks or slangin' caine 

Didn't think I'd be the one to give in to abortion 

Label me murder because my ass is scorchin' 

Hot from the glock that sits under my seat 

Yeah, it's real fucked up that my floks come to get me 

And it's like dat, yeah... and it's like dem!