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In the concrete jungle, where the struggle is real
I'm a Rasta soldier, seeking truth to reveal
Through the trials and tribulations, I hold my head

What can you see
Birds fluttering
Maybe a painting in your head
I wouldn't know
But I can show you
What can you feel
Sunlight is real
My skin stays

over your head. When I go to sleep, I'm still tote-in Still
Cause thats just what I do,
Open your heart, let me know how you feel
Cuz I'm leaving if it

nothing new
They all try to catch the smoke
Stacking heads like revenue
Then I turn 'em all to ghosts
There's war and hell around us
Yet we're holding onto

goal we had to use crates
Whatever we gotta do, whatever it takes Whatever we gotta do, whatever it takes

I can tell by the looking on your face, you

the party started
Lets go bar for bar
You dont stand a chance of lasting
Craft is mastered, 10k hours and then some
I think in my head and then let ink in my

the greater good is bad for business
That's why it's imperative
That information be controlled by those who write the narrative

And men and women died
To make

your head like it's a pear
Adrenaline turn me to Omni Man this isn't fair
Do me dirty I'm real petty trust me you gon feel despair
Run up on me this

head down it'll all be fine
If I could only have one thing in life it'd be my peace of mind
I was never cut out to work a 9-5
A black man's only job is

Let me comfort you with the truth
I won't comfort you with no lie, I'm by your side
I see the ways that you bleed, I see the ways you cry
And I know

friends
Time is flying urgent because soon they could be dead
You smile at the thought of your home town that lives in your head

Hope and what it feels

than a Jetson

Higher than a Zeppelin
My head by the freshman's
Hell of a flow
I got that fire from the heavens

Swear to God
This a inside job
9-11-11

it, man, you was enlightened by your highness' highness
Exactly why I bond like your iris

Silence the haters, trying to minus what our minds says

they know what's up
Dee bust a play by Garden street
We talkin' 'bout bands on the balcony
That boy, he too lame, can't compare to me
I'm off a roxy

at farmers along the way
Take me to Oz and fear me not I'll make ourselves a home in Oz
Miss those days down by the mill
And the grass in my hair you'd pluck

all the shit that you doing, what the fuck is you even tryna tell me?
I got lil Zo in the cut, I ain't worried bout nobody, he chop off his head like

I been on da grind n I been tryna get it right
I tried to get dis through yo head ts won't happen overnight
It's 3am u call my phone u tryna fuss

on your phone and
You can watch TV
You watch it every night while we're asleep
You've a TV by your bed
Put in my room instead
It's better than lying here

tear, die Bitches just fuck with my red eye
I'm smoking this kush, I'm a heads high I built in the fire, cabana

Roll up these niggas and pop you a runner

Woo hoo
Woo hoo
Woo hoo
Woo hoo

Woo hoo
Woo hoo
Got my head shaved
By a Boeing
747

Woo hoo
I wanted a tonic
Woo hoo
You could have it, but how much

hit em in his head
Don't hop in that street shit it ain't fair
Take a seat lil nigga better get a chair
You gone live and learn and this shit ain't fair

like a V8 running miles
Making all these heads turn so I guess they just an owl
You can see the way I walk, yeah I walk with all this style
If you

projected
Living oracles attained by the elected
Regal mantle, but pain apart of the message
Not of this world so His reign was not expected
Or was it
Is it

I'm all alone
It ain't in my head
Come let me die
Or be instead
I fall apart
My soul is sad
Come let my mind
Rest instead
I'm running for a high
That