[Akin:]
Yo, yo, yo, ayo
The chimp in the jungle, I like to gather in wisdom in bundles
My arms swing from the branches of life, I write humble
My notes are crumbled, my hopes are fumbled
Can't drop it, a ghost among you folk that stumbled cross logic
I'm definite, like change I strain wit rewards while
Speck and, Enoch start bangin on boards
Daily routines like fiends that's stuck on the crack pipe
I rhyme over feedback, dare mics not to act right
The emcee, and see y'all just tempt me wit
All ya propaganda, ya souls are empty
I was born free, now I stay confined, in this day of time
A slave to the way of the world, although I'm not blind
Machine gotta, hold on ya blue jean products
Whether you white or black, rich or poverty's product
It's a known fact, sorta like forty acres they owe blacks
I might, hitch hike on hope's road and never go back
[Rico Suave:]
I was born free, but now I'm like a slave to society
Can't get a license without consent, to feel sobriety
If you have a plan, they say life will flow beautifully
I need tech support, like Vanilla Sky
Cuz someone lied to me, told me s*** was cool
I made good grades, but d*** it got kicked outta school
It doesn't matter, my computer doesn't read the data
Even if you're smart, your life still can get shattered
Into little pieces, this is my thesis
Just cause I'm raised ? in the belly of the beast-es
My people died in vain, the pain is on my brain
And how can I get by when held by this mental strain
I just don't understand, I be's a grown a** man
But every time I see the cops they make me lift my hands
So they can pat me down, and I just don't see how
I played by they rules but they still treat me foul
d***!
[Cise Star:]
So what is this I'm livin, day in and day out earnin
My soul I hope to spend it, it's the petty change I'm gettin
Back through transactions, money limits my actions
I try to raise up but-(d***, d***)
Tryin to move I struggle, movin through hurt's trouble
b**pin my head against the ceiling I ain't even stumble
My eyes are black and blue, rattle my shackles too
I try to remove 'em but d***.
Sounds like that I'm in jail, but really I'm in hell
The s***e between my two ears became my private cell
Ready and willin, able, anything justice stable
They just cut off my cable!
No food up in the kitchen, but I got dirty dishes
Does that make any sense?
My life ain't ever easy, my girlfriend's gonna leave me
Who scratched my Nas CD?
Yo, yo, yo, ayo
The chimp in the jungle, I like to gather in wisdom in bundles
My arms swing from the branches of life, I write humble
My notes are crumbled, my hopes are fumbled
Can't drop it, a ghost among you folk that stumbled cross logic
I'm definite, like change I strain wit rewards while
Speck and, Enoch start bangin on boards
Daily routines like fiends that's stuck on the crack pipe
I rhyme over feedback, dare mics not to act right
The emcee, and see y'all just tempt me wit
All ya propaganda, ya souls are empty
I was born free, now I stay confined, in this day of time
A slave to the way of the world, although I'm not blind
Machine gotta, hold on ya blue jean products
Whether you white or black, rich or poverty's product
It's a known fact, sorta like forty acres they owe blacks
I might, hitch hike on hope's road and never go back
[Rico Suave:]
I was born free, but now I'm like a slave to society
Can't get a license without consent, to feel sobriety
If you have a plan, they say life will flow beautifully
I need tech support, like Vanilla Sky
Cuz someone lied to me, told me s*** was cool
I made good grades, but d*** it got kicked outta school
It doesn't matter, my computer doesn't read the data
Even if you're smart, your life still can get shattered
Into little pieces, this is my thesis
Just cause I'm raised ? in the belly of the beast-es
My people died in vain, the pain is on my brain
And how can I get by when held by this mental strain
I just don't understand, I be's a grown a** man
But every time I see the cops they make me lift my hands
So they can pat me down, and I just don't see how
I played by they rules but they still treat me foul
d***!
[Cise Star:]
So what is this I'm livin, day in and day out earnin
My soul I hope to spend it, it's the petty change I'm gettin
Back through transactions, money limits my actions
I try to raise up but-(d***, d***)
Tryin to move I struggle, movin through hurt's trouble
b**pin my head against the ceiling I ain't even stumble
My eyes are black and blue, rattle my shackles too
I try to remove 'em but d***.
Sounds like that I'm in jail, but really I'm in hell
The s***e between my two ears became my private cell
Ready and willin, able, anything justice stable
They just cut off my cable!
No food up in the kitchen, but I got dirty dishes
Does that make any sense?
My life ain't ever easy, my girlfriend's gonna leave me
Who scratched my Nas CD?