[Intro: JSKodiak]
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
Man
Holy smokes, this the Holy Ghost
Guess our only hope is those who broke free of the comatose
Woke, in the scripture the book of Moses wrote
Restoring order comes with a flood, I'm on my motorboat
Hope you ain't drowned in all the clowning of the circus
Full of fakes or out here Jake-the-Snake-ing with the serpents
In your bag, no I ain't in my bag
That's inappropriate for someone who's never been trash
I'm in my soul, lo and behold I'm done with the searching
Found out my purpose on this earth is not to love the surface
'Cause nothing ever lasts forever and everything's for purchase
You ain't gotta want it to get it though you may not deserve it
These eyes seen beauty, they also saw disturbance
They been dried by weed and wet from senseless murders
I try not to bring up my upbringing
But I feel like Tre in Boyz n the Hood and I ain't done swinging
Lasting impression, a blast and his Wesson
Running for my life at dumb speeds, lungs wheezing with asthma congestion
We played the Hunger Games, no average contestants
Still I was more in fear of a badge than a weapon
I pick up energy soon as I'm near it
I only ask you how you doing as courtesy, I can feel your spirit
Hope you in tune enough to notice the truth when you hear it
'Cause I been God-honest in every booth appearance
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
Man
Holy smokes, this the Holy Ghost
Guess our only hope is those who broke free of the comatose
Woke, in the scripture the book of Moses wrote
Restoring order comes with a flood, I'm on my motorboat
Hope you ain't drowned in all the clowning of the circus
Full of fakes or out here Jake-the-Snake-ing with the serpents
In your bag, no I ain't in my bag
That's inappropriate for someone who's never been trash
I'm in my soul, lo and behold I'm done with the searching
Found out my purpose on this earth is not to love the surface
'Cause nothing ever lasts forever and everything's for purchase
You ain't gotta want it to get it though you may not deserve it
These eyes seen beauty, they also saw disturbance
They been dried by weed and wet from senseless murders
I try not to bring up my upbringing
But I feel like Tre in Boyz n the Hood and I ain't done swinging
Lasting impression, a blast and his Wesson
Running for my life at dumb speeds, lungs wheezing with asthma congestion
We played the Hunger Games, no average contestants
Still I was more in fear of a badge than a weapon
I pick up energy soon as I'm near it
I only ask you how you doing as courtesy, I can feel your spirit
Hope you in tune enough to notice the truth when you hear it
'Cause I been God-honest in every booth appearance
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