Let me dive into the deep depths inside of your mind and rewind the times that you and I spent pouring and sipping spiritual and intellectual bottles of wine
wasting no vibe high, I'm High you're drunk , we're losing time, satan has declared that he has won, but the match has just begun
I'm a prophet, you're a prophetess, we receive revelations, he thrives in mess, and chaos, we're leaders, he's a spiritual dropout, hit him with a glancing blow to the head, 7th round knockout
for trying to knock our clocks out, be with me forever baby, let's forever rock out
Ima hop out and blow out the brains of racist tryouts, bring back black greatness, it's about to be a blackout, Take beautiful pictures, yes he gets cropped out
and I ain't talking about Friday, y'all made it into an ignorant and disgraceful day, fighting over TVs and electronics when your barely have a place to place it
I hate the fact that I even have to say this, but the illusions that y'all are chasing, precious time is being wasted.
Waiting for a saviour when you're already waiting to save the day, the truth was that you never needed anyone anyway, just look at yourself in the mirror and say that my mission starts today.
Do you remember these conversations and dope libations pouring water for the ancestors, giving hope to the hopeless and inspiring our future generations. If we drop the ball then we have failed our own sublime nation, losers of 400 years straight, that 400 can quickly change to 8
~Qadar Dwon'