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[Verse 1: Catch me copping nag Champa north of Santee or Twenty minutes east of Central, that's West Covi Broken imposter, black rocking white Rasta Jimi Hendrix, Courtland Urbano mocking all preconceived The fight great, the heritage makes a man stand with his spine straight The that grew Kendrick, Anthony Kiedis, Incubus that speaks to the Jim Morris in each of us Shared the nutrients, except mine got laced with divine DNA, [?] The child of a fighter, trialed like graffiti writers like the Freedom Riders We are all daywalkers, hybrids, bilingual, Flowing in the King's tongue, Elohim and one Rosetta with a mic and some Chucks on All to all men, so all men say "Amen!"
When the product of a Panther and mama's prayers answered You don't even think You be "Let's go!" When they ask you the culture, say "I know it well"
[Verse 2: Hey look, my homies told me back when I was playing my To away from windows, cause bullets, they tend to hit those My mama told I got the PSone To skip the BS and us or be as numb As every other brother throwing up in my community I knew better, but couldn't do better but then I to be The same dude reading Wayne even though I grew up to Snoop and Ice Cube, be amused Had the we used that to bruise cat's egos Nowadays you might find me under the Preaching to the people or making me a To mixtapes, get shin at skate parks I'm in one; I'm a product of great art I'm a product of Descartes, Tim Keller, and the glass ceiling that they put above me The reason they hate me, the same reason they love me