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Ey, whatchya gonna do today?
Whatchya gonna do today?
Whatchya gonna do today?
Whatcha...

Yo, yo, yo, what you gonna do today?
Make moves while I pay dues
Cruise in the lane

(I don't know what to write? Oh well - Yo) I offer nothing but the uncertain promise That I'll honestly pursue the crooked path of the conscious Not just another body in the battle for the soul Never sold self for its weight in platinum and gold but Man we're getting grown Wisdom got us thinking in the interest of our children even if they ain't been given their flesh Their bones Their homes or their names yet I'm aiming for the change in my pocket for the payback The change augmented by the government to nothing The change of a whirlwind unraveling the coming of that next shit I can't wait for when it comes, shit It better be worth the shit that I paid most my life with It's nice when it rains sometime Cleansing minds in my habitat Imagine that I'm digging to find What was hidden by the myth of a god up in the sky Knowing that She meant for me to rhyme So I Give thanks to the most, the least that I can do I wear this skin to find the me inside of you When I dream that I'm dreaming I feel most alive Sacrifice nights Write to survive Proper hand gestures conjure ancestors Drinking from the bottle that was meant For the message that was sent from the tired and the true I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do Way back I used to call upon the Father often I fought the devil last night and almost lost ? Now I'm drinking bottled water Flushing out the toxins Vomiting and coughing feeling closer to the coffin Than I ever had Every morning that I arrive Is a night that I survive Just to be alive ? sipping chai Listening to my favorite DJ Communicate the music, what my rhymes would say If they were written With a needle To the groove Of a paper Stylus to papyrus, record to the player It's more than just therapy or excessive energy I undo the mechanism meant to imprison me Spiritually The view from up is not enough I dwell below to find the god that I rebuff Redesigned, redefineed what it meant to be divine Knowing that She meant for me to rhyme So I Give thanks to the most, the least that I can do I wear this skin to find the me inside of you When I dream that I'm dreaming I feel most alive Sacrifice nights, Write to survive Proper hand gestures conjure ancestors Drinking from the bottle that was meant For the message that was sent from the tired and the true I give thanks to the most, the least that I can do Our Father my art is Heaven, hallowed be The drums beating me and my tongue into submission I can hardly speak breathing this indelible high From an endless supply of Godspeed, and I need A brand new prayer to read Seems the old ones grew tons of mold cuz they're narrow as hell Sometimes they be thinking that this heavens for sale Worse than that, they still think God is a male But Moms used to hang up pictures of white Jesus Fist clutching rosary beads, over the years I began to question this Father Almighty Made in His image but don't look nothing like me But we be the children of the most high Ghosts of the colonized lost in the time Redesign, redefine what it meant to be divine Knowing that She meant for me to rhyme

I taste the evening and breath in the crisp pacific northwest air
As it’s leavin my lips crack the bits
This visual kiss, the Puget Sound
And the bluest of skies
Two sides of the abyss
This city was built on the backs of the brave who gave up their home for a dollar a day
The same folks who rose up to ban the minimum wage
Unofficial slaves not given a page, a photograph or a paragraph written to claim them

Hype performin', night to mornin'
There's no time but it's nice to warn 'em
Postmortem we don't mourn 'em
We go forth but no we don't force it
New leak from the the office faucet
And all last week the response is awesome
Goes off when a pro goes on
And it's been that way since back before college

There's no rest for the weary just another day grinding up stones
Till they turn into dust, it's tough, dimes in the rough
Diamonds ain't enough to cover up a corrupted and fucked up legacy of strange fruit
Bloody whips and small pox, trigger-happy cops
Barbed wire and fire water, y'all it don't stop
Whether colonizing game with the cross and the sword
I threw the first spear and said "I declare war!"
I'm a battle-scar wearing heir apparent

She got her hands in the air
Holding half of the sky
Still got the time to stay fly
Y'all ask why
Not tryna be the last guy
To let another woman pass by
While all the wolves out holla 'Hey ma'
Guess you can really only blame em so far