Yo, the way I feel, sometime it's too hard to sit still Things are so passionate, times are so real Sometimes I try to chill, mellow down, blowin' smoke Smile on my face but it's really no joke You feel it in the street, the people breathe without hope They going through the motion, they dimming down the focus Their focus get cleared, then their light turn sharp And the eyes grow teary, the mind grow weary I speak it so clearly, sometimes ya'll don't hear me I push it past the bass, no nations got to feel me I feel it in my bones, black, I'm so wide awake That I'm hardly ever asleep, my flow forever deep And it's volumes or scriptures when I breathe on the beat My presence speak volumes, before I say a word I'm everywhere penthouse, pavement, and curb Cradle to the grave, tall cathedral of a shell Universal, ghetto life, holla black, you know it well Quiet storm, vital form, pen pushed it right across Mind is a vital force, high level right across Shoulders, the lions raw voice is the siren I swing round, ring out, and bring down the tyrant Shocked a small act, could knock a giant lopsided The world is so dangerous, there's no need for fighting Suttins trying to hide, like the struggle won't find him And the sun bust through the clouds, to clearly remind him He's everywhere: penthouse, pavement, and curb Cradle to the grave, tall cathedral of a shell Universal, ghetto life, holla black, you know it well