[T Mo]  
 Why is it you fail  to see a man  
 in the same hour  that his kin come grinnin?  
 In another code  fell asleep  party mode  tryin to come up  
 from the ashes that defy your lift  listen up  
 Ladies seem sweet  the ocean meets the mountain peaks  
 Stone walker  side walker  watch those loose lips  Wall Street  
 Numbers set by stock movers  buy my tip so I can touch  
 Not for no print size, plate saint, white wasted H20  
 Four coats'll make it glaze  
 Beams rooted like dogwood, between the Pine, wind  
 Twenty-fo' stores with malt for sale, still fetchin water  
 out the well, help em size, find the grind, find the times  
 where the times weighed as hard as ? find me shoes, baby daddy  
 Rico Daddy, he didn't break the TV  
 So why should I weep, man gon' bye, see you when my light blow  
 Got more good than dirt to throw, and I won't pull  
 between the halo, and a fork-pitch  
 Suffocated by my rhymes...  
  
 Chorus: Debra Killings  
  
 Worship High, it's just another name  
 Take your time and concentrate on it  
 Take a stand and make your hand a fist  
 We got a reason to resist  
  
 [Gipp]  
 The mortal orbit your nadir, don't cross the fade  
 chillin in Decatur, where it's greater, secure streets  
 In the hood late at nights, dippin fine  
 Hard not to be slippin, if they come, I won't run  
 When it's time, I ain't trippin, I got my date  
 and you got yours too, I see, the record sales soar  
 after the death, of this creator, genocidal, tendencies  
 when they mention he, who listens, to Unseen Hand  
 Cappin the faces of the young black man, when they sing  
 Knowin that we Godly, got to keep it right  
 with my people cause I'm equal no matter, how much I make  
 I can't escape fate, the date as I await  
 As I await, I can't fake  
 Can't fake, I can't fake, I'm true with it  
  
 [Khujo]  
 A duffel for the cash, platinum within myself from another earth  
 Spill, nina, tea leaf, your very, existance  
 is considered a privelege, buck up, and they can't, be revoked  
 Pay your taxes, uhh, snake eyes  
 Strapped with flaws, still iterant to a lot of laws  
 Man-made, but that's a dot, everybody  
 from the East coast don't wear it back home, whatchu think?  
 Gettin they thoughts mixed negative, after reoccurances  
 I say a prayer, plus if I, entertained them  
 It's easy to commit, hard to resist  
 And once we cross that line segment, not even our producers  
 can bring us back, eyeballs peeled  
 Eardrums opened, egos stripped stroked, another low blow  
 delivered to the hip-hop culture, uhh  
 Industry consists of thieveries, prostititues  
 and Folgers if somethin bigger than us, past the blue  
 Told us that it wasn't a heaven for G's  
 Then we do this, continue your devilish deeds  
 I mean activities, that just show, that it's a Hell  
 for Jacks, independent, but you distributed by your masters  
 Labels still a slave, but you just get to eat at  
 the white man's table, lookin like Gable Gunther  
 on the Guinness Book of World Records, God didn't like ugly  
 and he wasn't too fond of cute either  
 A climate of caution, a climate of caution in effect  
  
 Chorus  
  
 [Cee-Lo]  
 Where I am, you can feel God is present, in the midst of darkness  
 if you spark up bet somebody gonna see it  
 It is necessary for me to speak these words now  
 Another day here hasn't been promised to me, don't you agree  
 that you never fail when you try, I'm willing to die but first  
 I am willing to live, and I overstand that this will be  
 a lifelong sacrifice, in order to reveal  
 you gon' have to destroy, and if you ain't thinkin right  
 you damn sure can't act right, somebody raise your fist  
 and let me know I'm not alone, revolution, doesn't mean fightin  
 in these streets, and it ain't gonna be no revolution  
 without the women, and, it ain't gonna be no future  
 without the children, and, it ain't gonna be no children  
 without the men, and, you can't have no love without the trust  
 And no, trust can come without communication  
 And you can't communicate if you ain't got shit to say  
 You can't teach about what you, been deceived about too  
 Any book you read is still limited education  
 You gon' have to talk to God personally and time is short  
 And, he's on his way, and I will receive  
 a grateful word for what I've done  
 And this is all that really matters to me  
 In time you will see what I told you is true  
 And I ain't have to rhyme to say that to you  
 I ain't got to rhyme to say it to you, it's true  
  
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