[Verse 1]Somebody wanted guidance, looked inside to find itYou know them blind kids, money on their eyelidsKissing on the fly gyp-ship from the Egyptian islandsGems in the hymns said the chantThe moon man grins, hair on my chin growsHair on my chest burnFlare in my soul coldI can't sleepLet alone, stay awoke, smoking dope likeIt's like Shaitan find another way to chokeAnother day broke, money ain't my motto, nopeTraded peace for the sorrow that I swallowBottle after bottle, like the role models of the hollowFeeling like a seedless avocadoCrowd screamingBravo! Bravo!Here's a dollar for your sorrowsCan I borrow your time more tomorrowWatch a Fargo, feeling far gone from the chart that I was gonna followIt's hard to make songs when a war's going on outsideNo man is safe fromAnd you can run but you can't hide foreverMother won't let up, telling me I should get upAnd in the meantime, on that mean grind for cheddarUnderground Master Shredder, gave my brother my leatherPut on a sweater, I counted my changeI added my blessingsI stepped into the rainTo wash my brainMy friends say that I don't talk the sameSo dark like we don't give off the same lightWish I seen it all in plain sight to explain it on this great micAmplified, stay wired to the nation-side, cross oceansWhere the faiths collide and talk omens like grace that diedOn the brink of trying to make my mindSave my soul at the same time, make this rhymeWonder, will I be saved in timeMake Salah, say graceCase God change his mindHow insane am IJust the same as youCame here what you came to doI'm just saying the truth[Refrain]A little moreMore out of life[Verse 2]Sometimes we gotta blank outAnd touch the universe on someFuck rap back with my back on the wall rap shitCapping at all, napping on GodKnowing damn well half of your squadStill ain't found JohnBaptist, Barnes, drowning himSwimming in a pool full of shark fins surrounding himRain dancing when dark daysHave clouded him, cause niggas play GodThey just building up, doubted himRapping about colors like someone's proud of himBut don't praise fathers cause half of you grew without oneMalcolms, Martins, Pacs, Chris WallacesMuhammads, Khalil Gibrans, AkhenatensGods and goddesses, following false promisesLaws and politics, full-ride scholarshipsStill don't know what time it isModels and actors, rappers, coke, bottle of Cris'Rope and bad wordsHope plastered on minds of mañanaObama, Osama, Mama, PapaGod we gotchaDealing with censorship, sponsorship, friendshipsRelationships, slave ship minimum wagesRacist shit, we gotta find ways to change this shitElevation, higher foundations
