The Roots — Make My

[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T] I did it all for the money, Lord, it's what it seems Well in the world of night terrors, it's hard to dream They holl'in', "Cash rules everything," just call it cream 'Cause when it rises to the top, you get the finer things Ocean fronts, rolling blunts with model chickens Saying grace over lobster and steak Like, please forgive us for riding Benzes with camera plates Too busy looking backwards for jackers to pump my brakes For help signs to symbolize the lives that hunger takes Addicted to the green; if I don't ball, I get the shakes I'd give it all for a peace of mind, for Heaven's sakes My heart's so heavy that the ropes that hold my casket breaks 'Cause everything that wasn't for me, I had to chase I had to take, I had to take [Hook: Dice Raw] They told me that the ends Won't justify the means And they told me at the end It won't justify the dreams That I've had since a child Maybe I'll throw in the towel Make my (Make my), make my (Make my) Departure from the world [Verse 2: Black Thought] Tryna control the fits of panic Unwritten and unraveled, it's the dead man's pedantic Whatever—see, it's really just a matter of semantics When everybody's fresh out of collateral to damage And my splaying got me praying like a mantis I begin to vanish, feel the pull of the blank canvas I'm contemplating that special dedication To whoever it concern, my letter of resignation Fading back to black, my dark coronation The heat of the day, the long robe of muerte That soul is in the atmosphere like airplay If there's a Heaven, I can't find the stairway [Hook: Dice Raw] They told me that the ends Won't justify the means And they told me at the end It won't justify the dreams That I've had since a child Maybe I'll throw in the towel Make my (Make my), make my (Make my) Departure from the world