Invisible Man [Alternate Mix]

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Oscar Jackson, Jr. (born October 29, 1967), better known by his stage name Paris is an American rapper from San Francisco, California, known for his highly charged political and socially conscious lyrics. Influenced by the Black Panthers, he was once a member of the Nation of Islam, but now is agnostic. more »

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2007

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I came from a place I forgot
I woke up in the parking lot, far from a meal and a cot
On the corner where all the streets got the same name
Maybe my brain's on the brink of (insane!)
Pain between the papers while sleepin' on the train
This the land of milk and honey (know what I'm sayin'?!)
The invisible man times three
Black, down and out, out standin' on a corner (no doubt)
Now a nation of homeless sleepin' in bus stations
Another win for the pilgrims who said (no more Haitians)
As I proceed, someone to feed me is what I need
(Three blocks of dealers tryin' to hit me off with some weed)
Yeah, avenues and boulevards hungry as a (fucker)
Hope to get a ride from a (trucker aye yo man)
Everybody know I ain't no (sucker)
Every time I used to drop thirty at the (rucker that's it)
Away from the crazy kids in Generation Wrecked
Dissin' pyramids while praisin' projects
(Walk past old folks gettin' no respect!)
Callin' young folks a bunch a no-good rejects
And I walk on

[Chorus]
An eye for an eye, I can't recognize the man in the mirror
Is it I? It is I
Now who this cat I'm lookin' at?
Cause I've been waitin' so long, to get where I'm goin'
An eye for a eye, in this country 'tis of thee
Now how the hell, can I be free
And who this cat I'm lookin' at?
Cause I've been lost so long without anybody knowin'

So I move on (uh-huh) and I walk on (yeah yeah!)
Past the preachers and the pimps gettin' their talk on (say word?!)
Why do home gotta be where the negative roam
To be or not to be (so I roll alone)
I'm trapped within, this skin and these bones
Amongst temporary kings, on cellular phones
Can I last, as I walk past
Mad cigarette billboards, and malt liquor ads
(Walkin' on da bottles and potato chip bags)
Everyone I see got the nerve to brag
Where they from, what they got, and don't own squat
Disrespect where they from and you might get shot
Zombies askin' me, what the latest bomb be
(You shoulda shot the fuckin' sheriff and the fuckin' deputy G!)
For okayin' the drug trade and lettin' it be
But I know prison for me, is an industry
So I walk, heard the best things in life be free
(Didn't God make this land and the air that we breathe)
Not for the homeless, don't give a damn about me
In the mirror somebody else is starin' at me
Maybe prison is the skin I'm within
All this time I been sufferin' can't fix it with a Bufferin'
Plus they said I'll never work in this town again (God damn!) 
So I keep on walkin', yeah

[Chorus]

Lil' DayDay is Big Day and just did time
Seen him standin' (on the unemployment line?!)
Which collided with the line of the health clinic
I seen Crazy Stacy, her ass standin' up in it
No more welfare, they cut her Medicaid
(Damn! My momma used to do her braids)
I keep walkin, so they don't see me
But I doubt if they doin' much better than me
So I walk on, never take the planet for granted
I paved the concrete, asphalt and granite
I walked past three brothers, sittin on the porch
With a yard of dirt, and littered with Newports
Talkin' how they comin' up while they sittin' on they ass
As I walk past 'em I'm the target of they laughs
And one said "Let's get him for his fuckin' stash"
As I walked fast, past the other yards with grass
Had a little cash, I tried to make it last
From a few deals I made from cleanin' windshields
I ran like a (rally) they caught me in the (alley)
Can't get out the ghetto from New York to (Cali)
I thought I had nothin, 'til I felt the knife
And now I ain't even got a life

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