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

To put the blame on something else rather than sometimes at
Ourselves, a lot of the stuff that happens, sometimes it has to do
With things...but if we look within ourselves, we could prevent a lot of
This nonsense sometimes, y'know. about
back to the essence y'know what I'm sayin', where it all stems from.
do my
Thing over this drum, a native tongue.
one q-tip:
Do what you will, if you feel that steeze is real
Complicated with the skills reel to reel
skin is what I feel, my mind and body's appeal
Is to the no-frill mills, who hear the to chill
Constantly, I'm black americans just sneering
Looking for a leader who can us up with ether
Hitting us up with great chat
the fact
That the
Is constantly held
50 tracks back in a relay race
And the white team's
So let's up the pace
And I be needing something that could my logical taste
At the end of the race is there a paradise
Yo, we can't get involved in what the 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
that shit in our body
"what got to do with that"
kid that's the essence,
Your presence
Embodies every
You run the rolls royce if the engine is busted.
Can't even life the to cut the mustard.
What we need to do
Now listen to verse
Let's on our spiritual plate.
Recognize your existence in this vast blue
From a tiny of blood
To the beings with taste, sight, touch, smell
And
deem it profound!
And prioritize cause it was allah's wish
"allah? I'm god"
"no I believe that. that's a mystery"
"if God is so good why does be happening to me? "
There's divinity
Because we come the divine
A force not seen but yo we feel it every time
the wind blows, and the earth turns,
And the rain drops, and the 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 that, we can move ahead
Native tongues, sense yo he's hip-hop bred...

From the spiritual my former life has developed
person I lost close to me was stella
Some of my
Lost their mothers and brothers
For them I empathy
But I ain't pouring out fuckin'
I pour my out when I see dot out on the deck
Knowing two ago he slapped-boxed with death
I hear of dying in the wind and on the news
But when somebody you know it hits you
And get bruised
I ain't in your shoes,
I won't you for knocking
Because the of the ghetto says "you gotta!"
They snatch you again from rock
Give back into the neighborhood, you better kickin'
Stickin'
On the
I'm tired of arabs me my change back
Devil bomb my
My tomorrow he never gave
I lay back, looking at the
what can I do
So my won't have to be dealing
Not cause you and I'm rapping I'm better
Just different pieces to the puzzle of black
That we gotta put together, to ourselves
Cause families we gotta
No matter how the money
Shorter the days
Men become like
And no difference in the
If you got popped times
You breathing for a
put this five, ten year come-up plan in progression
Before we count our
Count our