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Come on,
I to take this opportunity to thank everybody
Who been riding with me so far, it's a a long journey
But they say your life's is not about the destination
It's all about the journey, I y'all

It's my blood, sweat, tears,
Struggle, love, hate, fear, New City
You could make it here, you could make it
I came prepare for the rain, hail, sleet,
Whatever the we ride
Let my people go to the place where is born
We welcome you to the 3rd eye of the storm, it out

Futuristic lyricist, from the renaissance
Top of the suffer chain, raps up a a lot
My people suffering, slave to another
voyage is maiden like my mother, other name

Is this your first trip to
Avenge a capitalist, if it's a then we got it for sell
When I first started to spell, my fell into rhymes
Turned into songs, everything else fell line

I the pictures, you could see the people bleeding my bars
When I was a teen, I was mean, about to for the stars
So if I fail or fell, write in the clouds, tighten the
Word, use to be no biting allowed

Now the gangsters, no grinding
see a fight in the stage, 'fore you see a fight in the crowd
I send this out to my people facing the
Homie, we riding it out, you what I'm writing about

It's my blood, sweat, tears,
Struggle, love, hate, fear, New City
You make it here, you could make it anywhere
I came prepare for the rain, hail, sleet,
Whatever the we ride
Let my people go to the place where knowledge is
We welcome you to the 3rd eye of the storm it out

the 3rd eye of the storm
It's the 3rd eye of the
the 3rd eye of the storm
It's the 3rd eye of the

it out
it out
it out
Been ***

I'm not a judge but I'm handing out
To political prisoners, regular inmates with no
*** in the outside to reach up for ministers
Not those that say they spiritual but actual

Rap listeners, we open the businesses
This underground *** samples to lack clearances
Once you get a appearances, you could tell who *** is fake
And who's *** is based upon the past

We really been to war, hand to hand *** sales
the man, the man they try to kill off the blackmail
Females to raise up a son
the day he was one

Til' he twenty, and he up a gun
Get the blazin, the blaze of the sun
Smoke his lung
in his years and he's facing a ton

None of his peers wanna share the
Love the child, to provider
But they a blunt and share saliva
You ain't a and you hustlin' backwards

To many excess imitating these crackers
So our kids looking up to drug dealers and
all the work away from the black actors

Revelation is first and Armageddon is
Tsunami's, hurricanes and natural
Fast culture be this, is always a factor
the gratification they want the cash faster

It's my blood, sweat, tears,
Struggle, love, hate, fear, New City
You could make it here, you could make it
I came prepare for the rain, hail, sleet,
Whatever the we ride
Let my people go to the where knowledge is born
We you to the 3rd eye of the storm check it out

It's the 3rd eye of the
It's the 3rd eye of the
the 3rd eye of the storm

It's the where knowledge is born
Check it out, check it out, it out
Talib Kweli, that's it is, break it down