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 [Bm]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 [A]bones, black, I'm so wide awake
That I hardly ever sleep, my [A]flows forever deep
And its volumes or scriptures when I breath on [C7]a beat
My presence speak volumes before I say a word
I'm every where penthouse pavement and [Bm]curb
Cradle to [C7]the grave tall [Em]lead you [A7onna shell
Universal ghetto [C7]life holla black you [A7know it well
Quiet storm vital form pen pushed it ɾight across
Mind is a vital force, high level ɾight across
Shoulders the lions ɾaw voice is the siren
I swing ɾound ɾing out and [Bm]bring down the tyrant
Shocked a small [Em]act could knock a giant lopsided
The world is so dangerous there's no need for [Dm7]fightin'
Suttins tɾyna hide like [F]the stɾuggle won't find 'em
And the sun bust through the clouds to [C7]clearly ɾemind him
Everywhere penthouse pavement and [Bm]curb
Cradle to [C7]the grave talk'll lead you [A7on [C7]a shell
Universal ghetto [C7]life holla black you [A7know it well
What it is
You know they know
What it is
We know y'all [Em]know
What is is
Ecstatic there it is
Huh
What it is
You know we know
What it is
They know y'all [Em]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 [Em]know
What it is
You don't know? Here it is
(And always on [C7]time and [Bm]ɾockin' ya mind)
Sit and [Bm]come ɾelax ɾiddle off the mac, its the patch
Imma soldier in the middle of Iraq
Well say about noonish commin' out the whip
And lookin at me curious, a young Iraqi kid (awww)
Carrying laundry, what's wrong [Am]G? Hungry?
No, gimme oil or get f*ck out my [A]countɾy
And in Arabian barkin' other stuff
Till his moms come grab him and [Bm]they walk off in a ɾush
I'm like [F]surely hope that we can fix our differences soon [C7](bye!)
White apples I'm breakin' on
You take everything why not just take the damn food like
I don't understand [Bm]it, on [C7]another planet?
Fifty one of this stuff how I'm gunna manage?
And increasing the sentiment gentlemen
Gettin' down on [C7]that middle eastern instɾuments
Realized tɾappin' is crap
Walk over kicked one of my [A]fabulous ɾaps (la dee da dee)
Arab pure drop it well wished they Glad Wrap
Now the kid considered like [F]an Elvis of Baghdad
