Emotional Distress - Charles Hamilton

Of all the things I gotta put up with

Look up

It’s dude in the sky, I’m on my good luck shit

Yup, only time can tell if my mind can prevail from my mind’s little hell

Well let’s see, next week I’m still Charles

The week after, yup, see I’m still Charles

Oh, I owe you nothing, I just spelled Ohio

I know you probably think that I got a lot of bitches cause I’m rocking this

pink

It’d be a lot worse if I’d of copped me a mink

And I love it that my hair could possibly kink if you comb it

Cause only I own it

It’s my crown homie, only I know where my crown is

Put you on notice, you’re now rocking with the supernatural poet

You don’t like it, then blow it, I’m going

I gotta be cool

I got to keep my peace of mind (that you know)

I follow the rules, and it’s about time you follow mine

I got so much to gain in so little time

So much to gain in so little time

So much to gain in so little time

In so little time

Come on and groom me

A nice grip of Simone and my family

And I always have to keep me a Plan B

It means what it means

So it means what I means, real niggas understand me

I love me, hate my life and accept it all

So don’t expect anything less from Charles

But only the best of bars and promotion

That’s extra hard, so guard on

Like a backward swordsman

Back and forth that’s how I rap, I’m more than…

Nice, rice, I could’ve been seeing green

Bo know homie, I could’ve been seen the king

Or the queen, whatever, how it be

Is seen whenever you people dream

I’m here, so lonely

Top of the world, you people don’t owe me

I gotta be cool

I got to keep my peace of mind (that you know)

I follow the rules, and it’s about time you follow mine

I got so much to gain in so little time

So much to gain in so little time

So much to gain in so little time

In so little time

Somebody tell me why I feel this way

When I’m sad

How can I chill this way

I used to get high, sit by, let time drift by then I took a hit of sick la

Ahh, either weed or liars, so jokerish they need some fire to get higher

But I let them sit quiet, burn weed, and look at Rich Pryor

Damn, I’m the king of life, there is none higher

I’m Charles Hamilton, call me sire

My desire is never to lose what I got

Cause I’m hot, red eyes like Cyclops

So that obviously means that my mind’s hot

And you already know that this rhyme’s hot

Cause I’m looking at the mic, why don’t I stop

I gotta be cool

I got to keep my peace of mind (that you know)

I follow the rules, and it’s about time you follow mine

I got so much to gain in so little time

So much to gain in so little time

So much to gain in so little time

In so little time