Connection
You might be confusing that with discretion
Lesson
Yeah I'll teach you two
Exactly to your heart
Is what I'll do
Second thoughts
Maybe that's
what you should do
Speaking truth or speaking rhythm
Now tell me what's the difference
I can sense the tension the friction the whole she bang
But bang not what I do
Teach I don't preach
Leech on your money
No I got my honey
Goin ham
No I am rabbit
Can't trap me in those lies
Seeking truth and denying
Bureaucrat wanna be
Just wish I could call my family
Family see no evil hear no evil
Do all evil
Believe father ******* whatever you call Him
He is no God
No gift of life
Just whole life struggle
Original sin from blood you were given
No choice
Mama too young
Almost not given her own voice
But thank God you
Rhythm helped you come alive
Scarecrow born in the field
Magic land but no fairytale
Modern society an epiphany of hell
Because we're still spillin blood
In our own streets
Serenity and peace
The enemy of greed
Feed the capitalist horse
Let's go Trojan
Owin to our past what our mother's have lived in
And
Overcome the sin that we falsely believe in plant the gardens in your heart
A seed is just a beginning
If so maybe I'll kiss you
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 5:55 PM UTC
Connection
You might be confusing that with discretion
Lesson
Yeah I'll teach you two
Exactly to your heart
Is what I'll do
Second thoughts
Maybe that's
what you should do
Speaking truth or speaking rhythm
Now tell me what's the difference
I can sense the tension the friction the whole she bang
But bang not what I do
Teach I don't preach
Leech on your money
No I got my honey
Goin ham
No I am rabbit
Can't trap me in those lies
Seeking truth and denying
Bureaucrat wanna be
Just wish I could call my family
Family see no evil hear no evil
Do all evil
Believe father ******* whatever you call Him
He is no God
No gift of life
Just whole life struggle
Original sin from blood you were given
No choice
Mama too young
Almost not given her own voice
But thank God you
Rhythm helped you come alive
Scarecrow born in the field
Magic land but no fairytale
Modern society an epiphany of hell
Because we're still spillin blood
In our own streets
Serenity and peace
The enemy of greed
Feed the capitalist horse
Let's go Trojan
Owin to our past what our mother's have lived in
And
Overcome the sin that we falsely believe in plant the gardens in your heart
A seed is just a beginning
If so maybe I'll kiss you
