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Song Lyrics:

Peace to my people looking for a way out Spending days out in the Matrix trying to evade doubt Ducking dodging the dogma We practice to pray loud Meanwhile the God is around us like stake outs, waiting to break out We on divine timing, but dying to wake up How many never do while they trying cake up I'm rhyming for them, gone to soon still on the radar Living on in the hearts of they loved one's like an immortal It's sort of confusing if you're not tuned in to higher order Witness as I order peace, harmony, health. The birth of a Nirvana If it's all in the mind then the mind is all that we gotta, free(free!) We were siphoned, they ripped us apart from God We reconnect to source the signal was lost Paid the cost to be the boss on my spiritual floss Rolling stones never gathered no moss, but rolling joints helped me harness my force (inhale) Play my role in the God dream, catching light through my orbs Process it through my thoughts, then I let my homie record (it's Black Thorn) To them niggas that stole his Mac we gone never abort We gone keep raining harder and harder like hailstorms We anointed, protected, we chiefly like cornerstones We the one's they rejected, elected them clown clones (Bro), my catalogue look like the Dow Jones Keep me a wealthy consciousness even when I'm broke In this world of changing fortunes and tides, try hope We pay our tithes, when we help the deprived cope If it's a steep slope I'm an ibex they climb rope And then they hang shortly after, man why choke? We losing trust in our leaders so why vote?(why vote?) Misappropriation of state funds they want to stunt on us like we not the same one's who gave em custody right from day one to lead us to freedom Not yet uhuru, man you see it everyday, people stuck in their ways but the world is a bigger place When you conditioned by injustice, your thinking is "crime pays" Turn the mirror towards me and focus on my ways Fuck the charts and the radio, this is what God plays So you gone hear it like screams from them proud slaves They refused to be beat to submission for our sake And when it seemed they folded, they held an inspired faith To live as a coward or die brave These are the thoughts that pace me while lacing down my eighth These are the things that taunt me while gazing at my plate Lust, gluttony, greed I should dust my Scripture to read Past mutinies bleed through a wounded society Fast forward the future's a child of thoughts that we breed Guess that's why I'm on the Tube with a filter for what I see

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