Topaz Jones – Coping Mechanism lyrics

[Verse 1]
Jotting down rhymes in my notepad
Mechanism to cope with a system that's hopeless
I hope less of the negativity from my enemies
Get to me still end up with mo' stress
And no rest, tryna progress oh yes
Told me hang it up like a coat check
It's no threat, we ain't gon' sweat
Tell them throw the towel in I'm on next
(Ahhh!)
Life is a game I ain't playing around
Bring up my name they ain't saying a sound
Why panic when there's danger around
I'm the titanic and they finna drown
I'm fly man it ain't safe on the ground
Time to scratch the record turn tables around
Acting reckless backpacks and benzes
Came for the crown and I'm back to get it

[Verse 2]
And I just wanna
Live my life, forget my strife
Find me a dime with her mind on the grind
When it's time to resign, make the chick my wife
Alright
Well I'm just tryna right these wrongs
And write these songs
The light so bright that it blinded me
At my highest speed now my eyes can see
Take a good look at the life I lead
For what I believe, fight like ALI
The greatest in the making, shit I might just be
Who'd have thought little old righteous me
Could lock Hip Hop I forgot the key
Making profit in my pocket is a prophecy
Drop the beat and there ain't no stopping me
(You don't really want no problems)
Cock back squeeze bang

[Verse 3]
Well Jimmy only 16 but he seen plenty
Other kids with the fly shit that he envy
Plus his mama can't afford to pay rent, heat
Or electric so he selling dope just to make ends meet
And maybe buy some kicks
Such an honest kid he just tryna live (ugh)
So drug dealing the prerogative
In the inner city something gotta give

[Verse 4]
Move packs like federal express
Middle of the damn day praying they don't get arrested
Like their development, fighting for the hell of it
Fundamental darkness, got you living devilish
Ain't no telling if little jimmy selling bricks stopped
Then maybe he could be the next President Barrack
But the block surrounded by hesitant residents
Scared to death of the kids that they never showed affection
It's Bloods and Crips, they wearing blue and red
And when they get together they just do the work of the confederates
Detectives ain't detecting shit, checking us for evidence
Holding up the copy of some sketches we resembling
And oh the humanity
It's real we got police brutality
And still I'm not afraid, no no, I'm not afraid, no no
See times changed man this shit just ain't the same no mo'
I wish my brothers in the struggle wouldn't bang no mo'
I wish these hustlers on the strip ain't have to slang no dope
I pray for mothers of their kids cause it's painful yo
To raise a child inside a space where there just ain't no hope