Freedom Fighters we riot
Sun In The East we rising
Alot of new woke nigga still sleepy eyed
Don’t Realize it
Too at peace with a war within self
for realignment
...So the dying repeat, we numb to it
Just another soldier lying in sheets
Gun Music
...Through the belly and the eye of the beast
Off to mecca, With the Eye on the Peak
Sun Movements
I don’t follow one theology but knowledge speaks
And I believe in my Gods and my Earths, so my philosophy
remain loyal to the ones who always rocked with me
Embody peace, Avoid the copycats and the thought police

Cause they Could never Change
The Way i’m Feeling Myself
Making Up For The Days I Couldn’t Help
Feeling Down on Myself

Because I Remember Days I Was Down on the Floor
Was no Brighter Days just the Clouds and the Snow
Tending to my pains, I Was Out, Feeling Low
Feeling hunger paigns, Thats when I Found Inner Glow
3rd Eye Shining where I found Indigos
Birds Eye Flying, Looking down from my soul
Sat above the clouds with a Crown On My Dome
Didnt know frequencies Until I found I’m my own

...I’m just doing like I’m supposed to
Taking trips back and forth, Coast to coastal
world traveler - everywhere I go I feel loca.
Still trying figure out why fallouts feel like chernobyl
I’ve seen A lotta Niggas Switch For A Dime
If it’s eye for an eye get used to living in blind
It’s either peace love and knowledge or you lifting the nine
Tell em that it’s Human Nature To remember the time


They tell me
It’s Don’t ask, Don’t tell and they don’t find out
Until They Find they chris webber with no time out
I need respect, you can hold my clout
If It aint for me, I Bow Wow, play My Role i Bounce
So grand rising to the ancestors
It’s just another hand rising to the hand Gestures
Love My People, I Could never Treat a man Lesser
I’ve noticed good teachers, plan lessons - ask questions
Diamonds in the rough shine but withstand pressure
Find Growth of Mind, Dont let the quicksand catch ya
In The which man fresher, A Big Van Get ya
Click Blam Wet ya, And they Quick hand Sketch Ya
Six Man Stretcher, Niggas Dancing To The Grave
Wristband Experts, Still Acting Like A Slave
Comparing Whips And Chains, This is passion for a change
Its Strange, The More things change they stay the same