Ay, ay, tears forgot what my face felt like, so I touch the mic
Stars are my eyes, with the skin of the night
So, let the son/sun set, hard press
The un-lynched negro in the horizion, whats next
Its pressure, on this God's temple, so I rub my temples
Flow subtle, flowers in the meadow during a ripple
Papers crumpled, mind swarm the beast's belly
Gulp the land, cock back and ready, ready?
Undergo indigo, then the blues are no mo'
Music pharmisct in the fold, medicate your soul
The energy, bounce in me, gotta get a hold
Thumb stuck out, somewhere at the end of all road
So, take me away, and back, back, back in the day
Best of both worlds, today, a touch of tomorrow and yesterday
Idris, I dont want a black leader
I am one, and you too, stop actin' up nigga.
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