| I can't derail I train hard then relax on tracks | |
| Keep the brain sharp hitting like an axe on wax | |
| Axe never touch trees meaning I don't puff weed | |
| But I hope to plant my seeds before I must leave | |
| Believing that hope grows even in the stone cold | |
| Bitter and bleak old souls sold like its antique | |
| Road show except for so damn cheap | |
| They preach the new science hone the program sheep | |
| But they won't find us, it's hide and go seek | |
| To control minds like gold mines in Mozambique | |
| Where the folks can't eat so I stroll to slow jam beat | |
| Slow dancing life's no grand prix | |
| No race no pace car and there is no shortcuts | |
| And no ones that special and there ain't no short bus | |
| The core of us are simple, but dignified | |
| We don't simply live to die | |
| Look through the inner eye in the sky | |
| [Verse 2: Shad] | |
| Now I'm a cynic but I try to keep my heart warm | |
| Human beings start war, but I believe in peace even for Darfur | |
| From hardcore to humor to here | |
| Where we stare in confusion at a future so near | |
| Got to take the spec out of your eye to see clear | |
| And if I'm gonna point fingers better point them at the mirror | |
| Reflections I reflect on lessons of my 26th year | |
| Erecting this next song here | |
| See you all know the drill like Exxon | |
| I guess wrong moves is experience like stairs to step on (yeah) | |
| And I don't talk biz and I don't talk down | |
| No kids talk, but I don't talk big | |
| Getting gassed like pop fizz off of pop hits | |
| I ain't got to say real talk because all my talk is | |
| Pop quiz: Who can define love? | |
| So many blind plus they can't feel they'll never find us... | |
| [Verse 3: Kamau] | |
| My folks love me I feel lucky they all love me | |
| But feel funny inside of world that is real ugly | |
| God save us this hard labour is breaking backs | |
| In the sands of time every step we making tracks | |
| The hour glass is lasting faster than the hour last | |
| Or so it seems more dreams they will come to pass | |
| And nightmares they flare up like the flames erupt | |
| The same dream I used to live now I gave it up | |
| And I've been saving up but money doesn't come quick | |
| Comes and goes like the daylight one shift | |
| And one sip of the well water it makes us live | |
| Forever we still here whether we take or give | |
| And its survival of the fittest by the thinnest thread | |
| When father time moves the minutes what is in his head | |
| Not even in control of what we must become | |
| But not far so I guess we are the lucky ones |
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