One of these days you ain't gonna worry
Now I said
One of these days you ain't gonna worry no more no more no more
When the banks drop
And the water stops
And the hills rot
Mamma will you save me
When we Lose lead
And the wounds bleed
Til they kill me
Pappa will you save me
I think not we like ta burn this shit down to the fucking ground
Why is that we're trained ta be blind to the very things that define
Us as human beings and bring the fruit to the ones who lie to our faces for greed
My man why can't you let the peaceful people stay around
It gets me at times and I can't sleep when I think about the blatant tragedies
We shove into our stomachs and eat like it was our job
I ain't tryin ta be an ignorant hooligan ta fuck shit up ta feel important
But there something in me that believes the notion of one is what we all secretly holdin’
Yet continue to ignore it staying within the lines for security
Basic instincts played like a symphony wit blood on the strings
I rap outta synch with the lines that the world's tried ta hold me down wit
And with all the footsteps over the rotting corpses I've found that
It's been poisoning me personally
Lies stabbed into me since I was thirteen so powerful that only now I'm beginning to see that
One of these days you ain't gonna hurt me
Now I said
One of these days you ain't gonna hurt me no more no more no more
When she moves on
And her sweet songs
Are long gone
Mamma will you save me
When it's too cold
And I lose hold
Of my soul
Pappa will you save me
Naw I think not there's too many murdered sons and daughters
I learned to breathe without air like fire under water
I learned to fast wait and think like a Semana
Learned ta shake a demons hand as if it was my own fathers
Learned to embrace the darkness as if it reflected the color of my skin and then
Learned that in all the trip lines it defies my purpose ta repent I
Give a fuck the lines you lay I bounce in and out like gelatin
Transform ya norm and eat ya Jesus fish like pelican
I am my only god and I need not force any a tha constructs or details
Of my self-proclaimed spiritual flight ta the underworld nor explain that
I am I am nothing more than a grain of sand in the dirt of your mind
The freedom in the white light in divine words that mean nothing and do
Nothing but waist time except when I rhyme ta me and you
When you become me and we
OM
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