Took a trip through the hallows of my conscious
Within my darkest night
I found the morning
You don't appreciate the sun 'til it's been in the dark for too long
Then it's time to move on yea yea yea
Never not in my zone
A rebel for the right cause I stand on my own
But my knees getting tired and my days getting long
So the weed getting fired so my pay getting gone
But I'm good without the green because I'm gaining something more
Bread of life that can't be kneaded with the same approach to dough
That was brought about my demons schemin' for a way to go
Without a way to make a way for future waymakers to row
Within this river full of slithers, silver, and slivers of hope
Pushed by givers of dope
Rushin' into the open
Easy target in scope
At least camouflage if you knowin'
You in middle of warfields
Strange fruit in the orchards
Mangled lil orphans
Tangled up and dangerous
Who the fuck you looking at
I am not the same as ya
I am not no different
I am that I am I am only human
I know that well
I know that well
I know that well
I forget who I am sometimes
I think that we all do we fine though
We all we get lost sometimes
All we gotta do is find hope
Hope in the divine divine

I hope you hear these lines these lines bro
We all we get lost sometimes
We all that we got I'll find you

Can I get some money can I roll my dope
Can I get my land back land back
Land of milk and honey land of kush and dro
Enemy a stand back stand back
Can I get some money can I roll my dope
Can I get my land back land back
Land of milk and honey land of kush and dry
Enemy a stand back stand back

The day my heart stops beating and my soul flies out the chamber
And the harps start weeping and the road is gold with angels
And my flesh starts rotting adamah consumes my fingers
And the rest the stars are watching as I fly out to the maker
I wonder will I be judged or will everyone ascend
And if sin is just another manmade doctrine
But if so, why else are we here in this flesh
The only certainty of our creation is death
My heart a ticking time bomb and when the clock hit zero
I got two choices
In or out of box like Neo
And will my free will will my spirit North or south of Sheol
Do my good outweigh my bad? What really matters? Not steeples
When they creating ladders to the spirit for sheeple
And that's creating batter for them to fry cause they peephole
What if perspective is the factor for the guy who made people
And he selective bout who lives and who die and who lives from the get go