Outta It

Hook:

I feel out of it
Out of my mind
Out of the grind
And it feels like I'm running out of time
You know, I feel out of it
Out of the space
Out of the race
Like I'm a smack someone in their face
X2

Urban Miracle:

Yeah as I trap down  city blocks
Walking with my Brooklyn Bop
Being black minding my business
And Dodging City cops
ILL thoughts on my mind
Got me all stressing
The state of the game
Got me feelin all depressen
Being who I am
Ain't correct with the world
Even having screamin matches
Over Bullshit with my girl
And racism that says gone
But it's still remains
Why else would a white lady Clutch her purse
When I'm on the train
Cuz she thinks
I'm like those in the videos
Rapping about cars and clothes
Posing with half naked hoes
But my life is the opposite
Where some ain't got a pot to piss and
Niggas don't believe in the myths of Christmas
No fat white man giving me no presents
They jump out conference
To had me a jail sentence
To Myself and my brain
Try to maintain
Either drugs or this rap shit
Some kind of tactic

Hook:
I feel out of it
Out of my mind
Out of the grind
And it feels like I'm running out of time
You know, I feel out of it
Out of the space
Out of the race
Like I'm a smack someone in their face
X2

Jimmy Valentime :
They don’t relate understand my story
Was suppose to be embraced by glory
Instead was born ten years to early
So instead this world; just ignores me

This life on mars ; feel so bizarre
No one gets it ; no matter who you are
Was I Hit by a train;; foreign car
Chosen by fate; Burnt by the stars

This the wrong year ; wrong season
They hate me ; for the wrong reasons
Valen time great ;; high treason
No Respect ; am Jackie Gleason

Other rappers;;;;; are only decent
Candy bars;;;; Resse’s pieces recent
They some hoes; proposal indecent
Might as well be rapping ; to the precinct

I feel out of it
Out of my mind
Out of the grind
And it feels like I'm running out of time
You know, I feel out of it
Out of the space
Out of the race
Like I'm a smack someone in their face
X2