A citizens arrest, why are you living like you’re blessed? Who do you think you are? making me stressed, But only for a second then I wreck the mic infect you with Lessons that, get under your skin and make you restless,
Getting you to think instead of just listening, So I light the second spliff then I get to messing with your head, setting the record straight and dilligent spilling it, out into the ether, just filling the
chasms of your mind, locked up in the grind, never enough time, every second going by, getting closer to the moment, where we start to tangle setting examples with samples and riffs, relaxing ample
can’t stand to sound inadequate, laughing at inanimate objects reflect the trip, so I rip the sadder shit, without starting a battle , so get up on the levels wait until the dust settles then release the bass and treble
I looked over my rage, we're always changing shape
Get up, Stand up, so you can get a hand up Always get better, higher level, live forever get clever, set precedent to weather the storm whether or not you’ve reached the norm
revel in the the fact that together we can change the form, engage and save with song, never faking love make it long, instead if shorting others we’re all brothers, sisters, fathers and mothers
I looked over my rage, we're always changing shape I turned over the page, we're always changing shape.