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He sits back, has a thought, contemplates Reminiscing âbout the days at the top, fake a smile Fake a lifestyle, realize that he hasn't come real in awhile Now that the days are gone, he clears his head, figures out what was wrong He was kid naá¯ve, not realizing the greed How people feed ya, bleed dry A picture from another eye He was a man with a different plan, now his hand is out control He feels his soul but he can't control what is gone Now he ought, to come back on the track âYou realized that your style is just so wack, Trying to be a big star, driving in a fancy car But deep down, you don't know who you are...â Just sittin' back, Tryin' to stay on track He ran with the big time players, quick to do a favor Till he became a major factor Rapper/slash actor, he obeyed his master when told Came fresh out the mold Then his heart turned cold when he rolled with the big dogs Paid any cost acting like the boss But in a flash it was all lost Quickly gave up his seat in the throne Now he's all alone, wants to go home Letras de cancionesLike Brand Nubian said âDon't let it all go to your headâ, You have to beat the spread in order to get ahead of it all Quickly fall, cause I be subliminal Original, criminal, directed at the second rate MC's We free entire sections, with deception of the concept Just sittin' back, Tryin' to stay on track From Letras Mania