Codes and Cab Fare

Black Milk:
King without a care, frownin' while the crown lay on they head
Crew recruitin' Huey Newton, chair sittin' hand holding spear
You was on a star chase, I was in a dark place
Lookin' for that glair
Lookin' for that light ahead
Days got dimmer starin' down that dark tunnel
Hopin' that you see a glimmer when them walls start crumblin'
Calls stop comin' in
People start mumblin'
Stomach start rumblin'
Need to hear applause and the fans call once again
Cab driver make a right, right up at the light
Destination: life
But stay here for a moment
I shouldn't be that long just keep the meter goin'
Keep the meter rollin' while I go in for a few
Left a song for the little one, tell him Dad cares
Wish I could've stayed longer, gotta pay this cab fare
But um, you hopin' better days'll come
Face to face with reality, no VH1
I sit back some, Watchin' my n!ggas that spark live
That's waitin' for sunraise to penetrate dark clouds

Black Thought:
So I'm standin between vanity and foolish pride
On 7 Mile and Telegraph where the two collide
If I'm a man amongst kings and gods, who am I
For leavin' so many crucified or coup d'etated
I'm from the D where everything is very do or die
My will to survive is what's separating you and I
My memoirs is revolutionary suicide
Now, who the realist n!gga alive? Well you decide
This rusty.45 is never under-utilized
What goes down like a logo on a Puma Clyde? Homicide
Probably on these loudmouth bumbaclots
Thinking it's cool to walk around not supervised
But f**k supervision, cause you and you can get it
Lately I've been having premonitions of superstition
But if I stepped into the confessional, who would listen?
I need to change my ways, show me the new religion