On Conscious Arrested Development

Yo, this tangled web we weave, you know I'm sayin'
We judge based on what only we believe
And not on what God believe, all of us man we just people
We're just trying to get through this thing called life, man

All of us made mistakes, keepin' making mistakes
We made being conscious into a religion instead of a tool man
I was trapped deep in this judgmental thing too
I'ma come at it like this

I had some thoughts about the black conscious scene
The red, the black, the green, Afrocentric routine
Whether we be consciously or sub-consciously aware or keen
Or just knocked on conscious

Now of course it's great to feel great about your race
Your nose, your face, your country, even your state
Your spicy foods, your unique attitudes
What makes me, me and you, you

But all roots come from just one source, the Creator
That's the missing link that justified having slaves for the enslaver
Thinking one is lesser and the others greater
One's lost, the other the savior

On the conscious scene, you'll find more greetings instead
Than in a Hallmark store, where hellos are said
And the brother nods his head and what's next is his fist to his chest
How you doing God? Oh I'm blessed