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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 on something else rather than sometimes looking at
Ourselves, recognizing a lot of the stuff that happens, it has to do
With other things...but if we within ourselves, we could prevent a lot of
This sometimes, y'know. it's about
Relating back to the essence y'know what I'm sayin', where it all from.
do my
Thing over this drum, like a tongue.
one q-tip:
Do what you will, if you feel that your is real
Complicated with the skills over 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 hearing americans just sneering
for a leader who can fill us up with ether
Hitting us up with great emotional
the fact
That the
Is held back
Like 50 back in a relay race
And the white team's
So let's keep up the
And I be needing something could feed my logical taste
At the end of the is there a paradise place?
Yo, we can't get involved in the next man is doing
Material gain we put too much in
"yo duke, I this dope so we can step to this party"
But we can all grati
that shit in our body
"what got to do with that"
kid that's the essence,
Your presence
Embodies lesson
You run the rolls royce if the engine is busted.
Can't even the knife to cut the mustard.
we need to do first
Now listen to verse
Let's on our spiritual plate.
Recognize existence in this vast blue space
a tiny cloud of blood
To the human with taste, sight, touch, smell
And
Let's it profound!
And prioritize this cause it was 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
Because we come from the
A force that's not seen but yo we feel it time
When the wind blows, and the turns,
And the drops, and the babies cry
And the birds fly, and the quake,
And the gleam, yo
So many things are of it's existence
What we need to do is it with persistence,
me out, yo
Once we that, we can move ahead
Native tongues, common sense yo hip-hop bred...

From the spiritual my former life has developed
First person I lost close to me was
of my mellows
Lost their and their brothers
For I feel empathy
But I pouring out fuckin' hennessee
I pour my out when 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 somebody you it hits you
And get bruised
I ain't in your shoes,
I won't judge you for
the spirit of the ghetto says "you gotta!"
They snatch you again rock flippin'
Give back the neighborhood, you better start kickin'
stores
On the
I'm tired of giving me my change back
bomb my yesterday
My tomorrow he never back
I lay back, at the ceiling
Wondering can I do
So my homie won't have to be
Not you serving and I'm rapping I'm better
Just pieces to the puzzle of black life
we gotta put together, to better ourselves
Cause families we raise
No matter how long the
Shorter become the
Men become women
And no difference in the
If you got popped times
You breathing for a
Let's put this five, ten come-up plan in progression
we count our papers
Count our