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The way I feel sometimes its too hard to sit still
 Things are so passionate times are so real
 Sometimes I try an chill mellow down blowin smoke
 Smile on my face but its really no joke
 You feel it in the streets people breathe without hope
 They goin' through the motion, they dimmin' down they focus
 The focus gettin' clear and the light turn sharp
 And the eyes go teary, the mind grow weary
 I speak it so clearly sometimes ya don't hear me
 I push it past the bass no nations gotta feel me
 I feel it in my bones, black, I'm so wide awake
 That I hardly ever sleep, my flows forever deep
 And its volumes or scriptures when I breath on a beat
 My presence speak volumes before I say a word
 I'm every where penthouse pavement and curb
 Cradle to the grave tall lead you onna shell
 Universal ghetto life holla black you know it well
 Quiet storm vital form pen pushed it right across
 Mind is a vital force, high level right across
 Shoulders the lions raw voice is the siren
 I swing round ring out and bring down the tyrant
 Shocked a small act could knock a giant lopsided
 The world is so dangerous there's no need for fightin'
 Suttins tryna hide like the struggle won't find 'em
 And the sun bust through the clouds to clearly remind him
 Everywhere penthouse pavement and curb
 Cradle to the grave talk'll lead you on a shell
 Universal ghetto life holla black you know it well
 What it is
 You know they know
 What it is
 We know y'all know
 What is is
 Ecstatic there it is
 Huh
 What it is
 You know we know
 What it is
 They know y'all know
 What it is
 You don't know? Here it is
 What it is
 You know we know
 What it is
 They know y'all know
 What it is
 You don't know? Here it is
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 (And always on time and rockin' ya mind)
 Sit and come relax riddle off the mac, its the patch
 I'm a soldier in the middle of Iraq
 Well say about noonish comin' out the whip
 And lookin at me curious, a young Iraqi kid (awww)
 Carrying laundry, what's wrong G? Hungry?
 No, gimme oil or get fuck out my country
 And in Arabian barkin' other stuff
 Till his moms come grab him and they walk off in a rush
 Distrust
 Feeling like I pissed on a wound
 I'm like surely hope we can fix our differences soon
 Buying apples I'm breakin' on
 You take everything why not just take the damn food like
 I don't understand it, on another planet?
 Fifty months of this stuff how I'm gunna manage?
 And increasing the sentiment gentlemen
 Gettin' down on that middle eastern instruments
 Realized trappin' is crap
 Walk over kicked one of my fabulous raps (la dee da dee)
 Arab pure drop it well wished they Glad Wrap
 Now the kid considered like an Elvis of Baghdad
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