(Intro)

In another parallel timeline…

We could live life & it’s full of abundance
And not have to worry about funding and budgets
People would care about climate control
Put in some time in to fix the environment
School and some health care for all would be free
We could be set up for early retirement, I think

In another parallel timeline…

Aye, I could be black without being hated
I don’t need a strap when I get anxious
Cuz we wouldn’t have to trap
And the system would have our back
Is it too much to ask for that?
i Guess it is… damn but really though

(VERSE)

I don't know why you keep blessing me
Despite the times you been testing me
I do not believe in destiny
But sometimes I feel like this was meant for be, like this was meant for me
Nowadays I got no time for nobody disrespecting me
You ain't fuckin with the legacy (aye)
All the shots sent for me they never get to me, focused on what I'm prepared to be
Fake friends are dead to me, give up an arm and a leg to see my dogs with equity
And I am so cut throat I'm come for ya neck reason why they’ll never be ahead of me
I came out the streets like its sesame, selling weed, stacking my bills like I'm Bellamy

In another parallel timeline…

You’d be at home and not in the pin
Or come on the road when I’m on a trip
I’m tired of conversations through the glass
Monitored phone calls are a pain
Seeing my own dogs in some chains
Make me wanna go O-dog in this thang but I think

In another parallel timeline

You’d still be here and we would be kicking it
it’s been some years and I’m still feeling it
I miss you dearly but death is so imminent
You was my brother your life was innocent
Can't make another your price too expensive
sometimes I wonder but now I accept it damn


(CHORUS)

And if that makes me selfish I don’t mind it
Said if that makes me selfish I don’t mind it
Cuz I can’t help it if I’m reminded

(KUYA VERSE)

Imma keep climbing these ropes,
See you soon enough I hope,
Hold you close but I’m still letting you go
Left a note for you outside of your door
I see you often as UFO’s
Death to the homie my OG get lonely when I do not come around
Come again where are you now? Need you like catching the clouds
Catch me when I’m falling down right in my pillow I’m crying to sleep
Trying to try so my conscious can see
Always a contest between me and me
I be content with the truth and some tree
But it seems like the reason was planting a seed
Little tree look up to bigger tree
Little homie grew up became a key
Know you inspire the bigger scene

In another parallel timeline

(Kuya)

I was on your side for surely
But I had to get on the road see the rodeo
Go get a nigga some clothes and I hope that I
Might see my momma in Versace robes with some brothers who gon be around if I go
See it’s lonely when you know they holy but don’t share the love with their homies (you know I gotchu homie)

In another parallel timeline

(Heno.)
I wouldn’t get nervous when I see impalas
Still deal with PTSD and some trauma
Come from the hood where the only thing promised is death
Don’t mean to bother you resting in peace but I wish we could hop on a call for a sec, or you could respond to a text…




CHORUS

if that makes me selfish I don’t mind it
Said if that makes me selfish I don’t mind it
Cuz I can’t help it if I’m reminded