What's up!, what's up!, you maybe think I'm a mourner, been giving you my opinion bout all of the 4 corners, I'm die hard for death from dying by living fast, and leaving the scene feeling like me, whenever I pass..surely it's half on me, half on you, I know what contradictions can do, but **** your feelings, cause I'm convinced I'm healing, it's my insurance policy, giving you full assurance to rest, upon your morals, all emotions that's making us join hands and plan for better days, we stand in service to try and serve all, doing what still serves us, feeling some don't deserve the privilege to make the difference, who's invited to party with us?, America!, oh hail!, you never failed us, giving us black America, some of us don't give second chances, breakup to makeup, no love from start to finish, I think the business is done, cause clearly we're not replenished, now you call me a menace not being open to change, still you get no attention, your advances are strange... so this is my stand!, I'm moving on!, cause this could be the story I completely let you in on, so chill out, it only comes a dime a double dozen thousand, every blue moon, it slips up and gets a grip, time to trip out with twins and triplets, everyone will have their chance sometime, someday, something comes up somehow, and somebody will play, while others have a cow, but I ain't got no beef with you, Judah is proud!