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The
Common q-tip

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

To put the blame on something else rather than looking at
Ourselves, recognizing a lot of the 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 what I'm sayin', where it all stems from.
do my
Thing this drum, like a native tongue.
one q-tip:
Do what you will, if you feel that your steeze is
Complicated with the over reel to reel
Brown skin is what I feel, my mind and body's
Is to the mills, who hear the beats to chill
Constantly, I'm hearing black americans sneering
Looking for a leader who can us up with ether
Hitting us up with great chat
About the
That the
Is constantly back
Like 50 tracks in a relay race
And the white team's
So let's keep up the
And I be needing that could feed my logical taste
At the end of the is there a paradise place?
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 step to party"
But we can all grati
Minus shit in our body
"what got to do with that"
kid that's the essence,
Your presence
Embodies lesson
You can't run the rolls royce if the is busted.
Can't life the knife to cut the mustard.
What we need to do
Now listen to this
Let's concentrate on our plate.
your existence in this vast blue space
From a tiny 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 from the divine
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 things 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
tongues, common sense yo he's hip-hop bred...

From the spiritual world my former life has
First person I lost close to me was
Some of my
Lost mothers and their brothers
For them I feel
But I ain't pouring out hennessee
I my heart out when I see dot out on the deck
two weeks ago he slapped-boxed with 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 won't judge you for
the spirit of the ghetto says "you gotta!"
They snatch you again from rock
back into the neighborhood, you better start kickin'
Stickin'
On the
I'm tired of arabs giving me my change
Devil my yesterday
My tomorrow he never back
I lay back, at the ceiling
what can I do
So my homie won't to be dealing
Not you serving and I'm rapping I'm better
Just different pieces to the puzzle of black
That we gotta put together, to ourselves
Cause we gotta raise
No how long the money
Shorter the days
Men like women
And no in the season
If you got popped times
You for a reason
Let's put this five, ten year come-up in progression
Before we our papers
Count our