Lyrics

There’s two kind of people who keep you in their lives.
One kind is always happy for you want to see you thrive.
The other kind will hold their attack till you show your back
and then they’re reaching for their knives, leave you in the street to die.
Their industry is smiles, no sincerity in their eyes.
They spy on and siphon your life which they despise, decry, beguile, belie, and otherwise deny. In other words they utter words that take away your shine.
If they hate then let ‘em hate don’t let them kill your grind!
Don’t you wrestle with their lies. Their threats are just a disguise.
Low-level people hate when special people rise.
The truth about you is what you think is true inside your mind.
I’m on a mission to share the vision of the elders and your ancestors.
If your ambition is in remission, I believe they’d say,
“You are here.”
“You persist.”
“You’re ALIVE!”
“Despite fear,”
“You resist”
“And you thrive!”
“Though things ain’t always great you still push through the pain and survive.” “It’s the size of the fight in the dog not the dog in the fight!”
“You’re ALIVE!” “You’re ALIVE!”

If I could just plead for the bullied.
Sick, depressed, or lonely? Time to heal fully.
Repressed folk that boldly fight the strong for what should be...
Would the pain of a wood beam cross a good knee deter you from taking your freedom message where it should reach, would teach, could speak?
I don’t think it would. You don’t move like that.
Revolutionary mind, with a tude like that.
Wait! How did our ancestors sing the blues like that? Stay strong after all they went through like that? How did Bruce Lee change kung fu like that?
How did the Little Rock 9 go to school like that?
To fight that, break-in (breaking) all the rules like that? You might ask why we need you like that.
You’ve been swindled if your faith in you dwindles. When truth’s in you it’s you. Simple.
You are he...
Sike ain’t no chorus bih, I cut it. Names ginsu.
Who hates you? Take into account that they don’t know you they just hate what’s great in you. That’s tall facts. Big tree meet small axe. I cut ‘em down. I slice ‘em up with force, Mace Windu! I’m too cold! That’s light! Say, “BRRR!” (lightsaber) Per the word of the word play prince who’s an amalgamation of all the mythical individuals spitting rude at the pinnacle he listens to. Equal parts Common Sense, Eminem, and Mystikal, Dungeon Fam, Luda, Nas, Oscar (Peterson), Miles (Davis), Jigga, Snoop.
What I’m trying to say is my flows ain’t typical.
T’Challa with knowledge and honest, with a pinch of Sinestro!
Here to deliver you. Nah, I’m just here to put the air back in your innertubes with beats that reach into your soul to shake and wake the great debate between the beings that constitute the inner you.
“You are here.”
“You persist.”
“You’re ALIVE!”
“Despite fear,”
“You resist”
“And you thrive!”
“Though things aint always great you still push through the pain and survive.” “It’s the size of the fight in the dog not the dog in the fight!”
“You’re ALIVE!” “You’re ALIVE!” “ALIVE!”