"Where Do I Go" lyrics - LUPE FIASCO

I just wanted to use computers
I made it to the finish line first but lose a loser
I wanted to watch so I turned to rocks
Like medusa the block the users
The rock the shootas the shots the helckle of cops
The lugers the glocks the cougers
Should be in my ox making some lock wit my uma
But instead I'm on the block in this lock wit some cufa's
And I'm feeling like a doofas I think I understand the meaning of life
And really ain't no reason for ice I still want it
Still haunted by the demons of Christ
But if you give it to me we'll flaunt it
I think niggas is dead broke its funny how
Naw it really ain't funny sometimes I hate money
Please god take from me

And somebody tell me where do I go from now [4x]

All my blessings, I take 'em as a lesson,
Make 'em into questions and relate 'em to the present
Should I take it as a present? a penalty
But everything is from the man upstairs
Can't barely sing 'cause the man upstairs
Is bangin' on the floor when the music stops will I ever cheer?
Will I be seated on the floor
It really won't matter cat beat me to the score
I was speaking to these whores
U know I got trouble with women humble beginnings
Mumblin and tremblin now they smugglin and stealing
Step ya game up check the dame what?

I nutted on her fangs ain't nothin' to hang up
That really happened in fact but I ain't manufactur for that
A bumpy ride had to fasten my straps
I be tryna reach em, other niggas be lyin'
Dying to get behind and beat em
I just be tryna teach em

I put it on paper, 'cause they'll put you offa paper
But most of these niggas is paper
10 1/2 by 8 blue lines 3 holes
Hit they ass wit 8's flat lines 3 holes
But they'll gas you up like cold pacer
And leave you in the cold wit a cold without a coat
That's not gangsta them niggas ain't ya boys man
Then niggas is the poison gotta keep 'em under the sink
Right next to the bleach I say that I'm on top of game
'Cause if you under you sink
I wonder if its just the hunger you think? imagine that till it haunts you
Them niggas want you to fall, I fall 'cause I want to
Yellow leaves and felonies is how I fell on these
God made my head with mind in it
They made my bread with swine in it
Made my bed and now I'm lyin' in it
I wonder if this is my limit