You can't be movin' up when you're trapped in the basement
I'm talkin' bout patience
Scraping by on the pavement
Cemented in my mind
Master of the ceremony
A wrinkle in time
You gotta get yours so you can take away mine
Break away minds
Sending chills up my spine and into my brain
I can see through your pain like your shit was cellophane
Pertaining to that plastic smile
These Tribulations and trials
Cold blooded reptiles
Striking back at them with boiling hot freestyle
Meanwhile back at the lab
Mix the highs with the lows right in the middle smack-dab
Creating more problems I didn't even have
I'm mad fuckin' crazy
In a material world that pays me
They don't care about our safety
They just shuffle us around
National security?
We gonna be locked down
Oh Mr. D.C. your headed for a ghost town
Shady shit that goes down
Slow Down
You're movin' too fast
They litter on the streets and talk is cheap when it's all trash
Big sound clash
I'll mash it up with bass and drums
Pass the high grade smoke so I can feel it inna me lungs
Because I love the sensi herb like Jamaicans love Kingston
Like England loves Brixton
Like a plant loves the sun
Like Portland feels the rain
Like the times you try to run
From the darkness and the pain
Got know one to blame for those emotional scars
Or the emotional wrecks
When its cold inside you can feel the side effects
But no regrets
I check my roots before the branches
Plant my seed where the sand is
So many chances
To take the message from the bottle
But sometimes the truth is so fuckin' hard to swallow
No leaders to follow
Just hollow pointed shells
It's not about the love but more bout' kiss and tell
Wish you well
Cause all I smell are the rats
And they're feeding us the fiction when all we want are the facts
Then we overreact
Cause know one in the game should get played like that
Don't let it fade to black
There ain't no turning back
I don't believe in back trackin'
I'll never act a fool so motherfucker quit actin'
Attention deficit's a definite distraction
Relaxin'
It's a thing of the past
It's better to be busy than be sittin' on your ass
Watchin' the time pass
From hourglasses to minutes
Still writing lines to the finish
I need a witness
Some kind of protection
From our own government and agencies of collection
They predict a recession
But there's nothing great about depression
Cause ya never learn your lesson from an ignorant teacher
No special features
Just your average, ordinary, everyday creatures
I ain't no preacher
But I like to say it loud
My little baby girl has got a daddy that's proud
Cause you can call yourself a parent but ya got to know how
To be a teacher
To be a friend
To give them guidance and believe in 'em
You got read to them
Sing to them
Care for them
Be their for them
Let them know your love is unconditional
Then I kiss my little girl
Revolve around her little world
As I rock her to sleep
Little does she know she makes my whole world complete