I wanna talk to people
How they make it?
Tell me what's real
I will take it
It takes more than
How you make it?

I can see patterns
Rhythms and tones
You pretty girl
Feeling the bone
In that zone
I am home

Talk to people
Pour em a beer
Next moment I see clear
No fear
Right here

I'm gonna make it
All good
Ain't gonna fake it
I'll suffer
Till make people make it

Just wanna be that boy
Please baby
I implore
Feel the rythm
Even the score
Payback
I'm ready for war

Pay the dues that are owed
I'm no toad sage
But I understand heart
I know rage
Gonna evolve
Flip the next page
You'll see me in the next phase

There's no promise for you
My black man
Feels like my life is ****
Through black sand

Undirected and unprotected
Yet selected
I feel rythm through words
Sending my song up high through birds

You see the sensation
Yea my proclamation
To give you information
Stop wasting in the basin

Listen girl
I don't wanna stress you
I just wanna learn
And undress you

So know that this is tangible
Giving you time that's mangable

I was born with no block
Born inside the wind
Knew well the losing
Had to learn to win

For you I do this
You know just who you are
You took me from blackness
Turn me into a star

For you my love
I grew into a man
For you precious
I do the best I can

So believe when I say
For you I stay the same
You see the calmness
But you don't want the flames

I'm buzzin.....

I'm afraid of being sober
I'm afraid of being over
I see the right path
But I give it the cold shoulder

Mama said you doing right
Yet it feels so wrong
I can't speak it in words
But I can spit it in song

From the day the Lord makes me
To the day the Lord takes me
No feat on Earth
Will bend but not break me

So go ahead and forsaken
It will not take me
My hands and my word
I will make thee

True in all forms
Feel the whole planet
I see the cure and curse
Be like "******"

My heart is fluid
I know my composition
I throw rhymes down
I call it an affliction

My soul is water
I can hold any position
The words that I spit
You know is ****

Yea

The minds that I rip
The time that I grip

When people don't know
They
Wonder
Guess
And/or
Assume
Remember that

Between right and wrong
Left of what's right
Ultimately subjective
Reasons are your own
Reasons are my own
Yet you wonder why we fight