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The
Common q-tip

Yo, we all got different things we got to deal with. we always are

To put the blame on else rather than sometimes looking at
Ourselves, a lot of the stuff that happens, sometimes it has to do
With other things...but if we within ourselves, we could prevent a lot of
This nonsense sometimes, y'know. it's
Relating back to the essence y'know what I'm sayin', where it all from.
do my
Thing this drum, like a native tongue.
Verse one
Do what you will, if you feel that steeze is real
with the skills over reel to reel
Brown skin is what I feel, my mind and appeal
Is to the no-frill mills, who hear the beats to
Constantly, I'm black americans just sneering
Looking for a leader who can fill us up with
us up with great emotional chat
About the
the black
Is held back
Like 50 tracks in a relay race
And the team's ahead
So let's keep up the
And I be needing something that could feed my taste
At the end of the race is there a paradise
Yo, we can't get involved in the next man is doing
Material we put too much in persuing
"yo duke, I need this dope so we can to this party"
But we can all mardi
Minus that in our body
"what got to do with that"
'cause kid the essence,
Your physical
Embodies lesson
You run the rolls royce if the engine is busted.
Can't even the knife to cut the mustard.
What we need to do
Now to this verse
concentrate on our spiritual plate.
Recognize your in this vast blue space
From a cloud of blood
To the human beings taste, sight, touch, smell
And
deem it profound!
And prioritize this it was allah's wish
"allah? I'm god"
"no I believe that. that's a mystery"
"if God is so good why does shit be to me? "
There's divinity
we come from the divine
A force that's not seen but yo we feel it time
the wind blows, and the earth turns,
And the drops, and the babies cry
And the fly, and the grounds quake,
And the gleam, yo
So many are evidence of it's existence
we need to do is link it with persistence,
me out, yo
Once we recognize that, we can ahead
Native tongues, sense yo he's hip-hop bred...

From the world my former life has developed
First person I lost to me was stella
of my mellows
Lost their mothers and brothers
For I feel empathy
But I ain't pouring out hennessee
I pour my heart out I see dot out on the deck
Knowing two weeks ago he slapped-boxed death
I hear of niggas in the wind and on the news
But when it's you know it hits you
And emotions get
I ain't in your shoes,
I judge you for knocking
Because the spirit of the says "you gotta!"
snatch you again from rock flippin'
Give back the neighborhood, you better start kickin'
Stickin'
On the
I'm of arabs giving me my change back
Devil my yesterday
My tomorrow he never gave
I lay back, at the ceiling
Wondering can I do
So my homie have to be dealing
Not cause you and I'm rapping I'm better
different pieces to the puzzle of black life
That we put together, to better ourselves
Cause families we gotta
No matter how the money
become the days
Men become like
And no in the season
If you got popped times
You breathing for a
Let's put this five, ten year plan in progression
Before we our papers
our blessings