[Hook: Brea]
All the hard pains...all the rainy days...it’s almost over yeah…it’s almost over yeah…
All the bad things…all the batteries…we’re getting closer yeah…we’re getting closer yeah…

[Verse 1: Johaz]
Yeah the rhyme got us speaking in tongues
Feel the soul of a martyr but we speak to the young
Descendents of the motherland, freein’ the drums
Not a Babylon express band beating its guns
Imagine if it was your son, Mr. President Bush
Would you still really care how my Melanie looked?
Sell propaganda, lies and then spread it in books
Now the White House of Christians are "[….]" works
Remember Operation Push and the War on Drugs?
Now let’s whip that triggers. It’s a war on love

It’s like a broken…how I look it…it’s like a broken…how I look it…

Everybody want blood wanna holler out their crip
When they couldn’t "[…]" through this place don’t they look
Yeah "[…]" we’ve been (fuckin) hand steady
I pay respect to "[Miss thou plan]"

Everything over the rainbow must go over and over again…

[Hook: Brea]
All the hard pains...all the rainy days...it’s almost over yeah…it’s almost over yeah…
All the bad things…all the batteries…we’re getting closer yeah…we’re getting closer yeah…

[Verse 2: Mr. Brady]
I feel the rain on my face like I’m feelin the place
You know those deep n***a beasts Mama wiggle your waist
Yeah we all want the best, fancy cars and dress
From my clothes to my shoes "[…]" stress
So just stop livin’ in a fantasy world
Plus you know you got wheels plus a new baby girl
So just rock and move to the rhythm and such
Turn it up and your eye poppin’ wider than bus
Blowin out the competition wisely
Deep n***a soul me so call me Ron Isley
But I’m usually not incarcerated
My props read like a kid that just graduated
So brother grab my hand and let’s two step
And we can talk about where we takin’ this

It’s like a broken…how I look it…it’s like a broken…how I look it…

Just understand this isn’t where my heart is
But we’re connected so you know you get a part of this

[Hook: Brea]
All the hard pains...all the rainy days...it’s almost over yeah…it’s almost over yeah…
All the bad things…all the batteries…we’re getting closer yeah…we’re getting closer yeah…
(Yeah…Exile…Man, you killed this one…Song so be your…Whatcha gone do about it…deep to the root…it’s on yeah…let’s get it…)