| This is for the prophets |
| See through your eyes in a glance |
| That could ride through they life just to write and dance |
| Dirty world but my soul’s clean, feeling great |
| Even though we know all our foes will meet the same fate |
| That’s all physical, this ain’t got a name |
| Its the same story, but watch the authors change |
| Right now dog, that’s all it ever be |
| This moment never ends, this hell is heavenly |
| This spinning never stops, I heard about death |
| And why you tripping dog, that shit is all a myth |
| Even when we leave, we just coming back |
| This body’s just a shell so its bound to crack |
| The spirit inside, you couldn’t hold back |
| And let me see you try, but you got no chance |
| And let me see you try, but you got no chance |
| And let me see you try |
| Where do we go? |
| What if all my plans will flop, I don’t know |
| That is why we have to stop and just flow |
| Be on it when the casket drops |
| Grab ahold of my soul and crack the master lock |
| Where does it go? |
| But if I really open the door, I don’t know |
| But that is what I’m hoping to show |
| So hid some spare change, for the dead bro |
| Pull it out my pocket, stop, motion, let go |
| So there I was again staring at the sky |
| Sky stare back like why you so high |
| Man you so soar, dog you so low |
| Hanging on the hedge in the middle of my flow |
| Flow’s where I live at, that’s where I dwell |
| Damn its my prison its my very own cell |
| Wake up every day like my personal hell |
| Couldn’t get better yeah I’m swimming through the wealth |
| (Now I’m back) once again staring at the sky |
| Sky stare back like why you so high |
| Man you so soar, dog you so low |
| Hanging on the hedge in the middle of my flow |
| Flow’s where I live at, that’s where I dwell |
| Damn its my prison it’s my very own cell |
| Wake up every day like my personal hell |
| Couldn’t get better yeah I’m swimming through the wealth |
| This one’s for the one power we pioneer off the tip of this iceberg |
| Is hazardous to be on but if you get it that might work |
| For kingdom come skip the next shell and inherit the earth |
| At times I sing songs like a Phoenix biting the dirt |
| Rather bite the head off a serpent but it’s bless over curse on |
| Writing these verses trying to fit it into the right words although it’s beyond |
| (the silence surfaces) |
| That I still heard (flying in nervousness) |
| Cause I still heard there’s a light that’s inside of men |
| That can turn a leviathan of sorrow into a brighter tomorrow |
| So if your eyes is hollow |
| I cannot follow |
| But I will swallow to provide a bottle of fire water and now we got to arigatou |
| Now that I finally found it’s motto |
| A breath of life is bound to blow let the Barracka blow |
| I should go out the grove |
| Or better yet inside out |
| At the end of the road grass is where begins my route |
| the wolf pack that I swing on doubt |
| With truth up in the eyes like a barrel in thine mouth |
| If a wolf was a crow he’d probably been flying south |
| If a crow was a wolf he was taught how to bring hide out and die out |
| Physically, we could reach infinity |
| But mentally, through the century we lost our identity |