| 8000 miles from home, still I hold it down for my folk | 
| Surrounded, by nothing but brown skin | 
| Nothing but love, from the village to the township | 
| My heart feels weak enough to give up | 
| Sometimes tears flow quicker than the river | 
| Smiles get thinner, mouths don’t get dinner | 
| And somehow, we build houses even bigger | 
| Back home, my homie bought a Cadillac | 
| Out here, that’s cash enough to bring the dead back | 
| My belly’s empty, and not because it’s Ramadan | 
| I simply lost my appetite seeing children starve | 
| Thats what’s really hard, not your silly bars | 
| Not your grill, not your car, not the pills you pop | 
| Marvin said it you better know what’s going on and | 
| Life’s a question, answer when the song ends | 
| Answer when the world ends, dancing so the earth spins | 
| If the music stops, we’ll get planted in the dirt quick | 
| Word is they’re talking 'bout us, they said we almost famous | 
| Guess I forgot about it when I got that plane ticket | 
| More humble than he’s ever been | 
| Sun up on his golden skin | 
| Feelin' something like a fugitive, something like a fugitive | 
| Running from the old him | 
| Represent enlightenment, forever young | 
| Learning from the light within | 
| Yeah, something like a fugitive, something like a fugitive | 
| Running from the old him | 
| Keep it rollin, yeah, Zilla, yeah | 
| I never dreamed to be a rap star | 
| I never saved up for a fast car | 
| But I did act selfish a bit, buy stupid shit, and waste the tools that I had | 
| Sold out shows, money in the bank, but my ego not swollen, at least I don’t | 
| think | 
| But who am I to say, you tell me have I changed | 
| And if I have, I pray it’s for the better, in Jesus' name | 
| All Lord Krishna everything, smoking hash on the back waters, Kingfisher drink | 
| Thinking bigger thoughts than you ever think, if you seen what I seen then you | 
| god damn better change | 
| Donated thousands when the earthquake | 
| Still I felt helpless in a higher place | 
| Searching for a purpose when I’m buying drinks, buying clothes | 
| Seein' people dyin' is getting kinda old | 
| More humble than he’s ever been | 
| Sun up on his golden skin | 
| Feelin' something like a fugitive, something like a fugitive | 
| Running from the old him | 
| Represent enlightenment, forever young | 
| Learning from the light within | 
| Yeah, something like a fugitive, something like a fugitive | 
| Running from the old him |