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now what I spit, it's medicine for the sick an attempt to get a grip before it all starts to slip and be the call and response from the bottomless pit I remain nonchalant when the drama get thick the last call, ballin' up my palm in a fist the most common misperception is this drop and say, why the show, sign a line hit the road, hit some hoes, videos next you know, you'll be bawlin' and shit but you'll be calling it quits when all the cards start to fall in the ditch cause temptation is so hard to resist no there's no such thing as an unjustified existence except perhaps a few thousand rappers in this business finish what I start, scientifically, strategicallyspecifically addressin' the oblivion we livin' in my brother and my sister and I'm speaking are you listening freedom being imprisoned by the television image if you let it instead get affected by your habitatask a few questions, quit a few bad habits and after that handle this similar to how Xavier McDaniel did in '86we're talking just a little less shit and lately being mindful of the babies I admit but at nighttime I sit serenaded by the blues of a skyline hue reminding me of a time when the old was newLetras de cancionesand I spark a fire for the cold and the darkpeace and war both pumpin' soul in my heartand though they can't keep what they stole from the artand they love to see beef 'cause it throws us apartmore fire for the peoplesay more jobs for the peopleand more books for the peopleand more music for the peopleas the world hurls towards seven billion more listeners seven hundred plus see the killed and held prisoners seven thousand one hundred islands I been missing cause I grind seven to five, at night I'm writing scriptures as hot as the block as cold contradictions pen drips with honesty, I don't offer fiction go to competition the bone that they try to pick with me and learn the moral lesson and marching forward to victory no flag waving, celebrating your invasionyou call it thanksgiving, we call it things taken everybody looking for the ladder not the answer to the question waiting till the cancer's in regression fresh from the northwest, the hottest thing lately like white celebrities buying black and brown babies got the town crazy over beats rhymes and life peace with adobo grease, eggs and brown riceand I spark a fire for the cold in the darkpeace and war both pumpin' soul in my heartand though they can't keep what they stole from the artthey love to see beef 'cause it throws us apartmore fire for the peoplemore food for the peoplemore homes for the peoplemore clothes for the peoplemore schools for the peoplemore land for the peoplemore life for the peopleyo, I've seen souls get sold so coldly see what a dollar can do to the tiger that true I speak boldly, composed of a melody told whenever we hold the memory close no telling when the reaper fed a post and snatched a fan something that you can't capture with the camera lensa relation of the boulder and a hammerin' pen the truth hurts, no wonder people rather pretend I annihilate a fake persona for spare change everybody, self included, is fair gameinherited the trait to make both ends meet often make a brother feel like he gotta compete but with each release I reach for peace others quit to reach for the pigs from here to beacon to bridge'cause see, freedom of speech don't apply if you're silent I shout like I'm trying to get heard on the islandand I spark the fire for the cold in the darkpeace and war both pumpin' soul in my heartand though they can't keep what they stole from the artand they love to see beef 'cause it throws us apartmore fire for the peoplemore peace for the peoplemore life for the peoplemore love for the peoplemore love for the peoplemore love for the peoplemore love for the people From Letras Mania