Intro:

I was born in chains where the shadows cast

Figurines for beings under the hour glass

Broke free went through the fire and followed path

To a place I could reflect on being free at last

Goodbye ignorance

Verse 1:

Only God could have brought me to this

But I didn't know that it was going to cost me my bliss

Cost me kisses from chicks and hand slaps from my nigs

Cause it took me from the cool crowd to the misfits

What is this? I come back to set us free, tell us everything I've seen

Expand on our beliefs, lessons to lessen grief, fruit from the wisdom tree

A boost so we can see over walls we never breached

An extra inch to reach the evidence we seek

The messages never preached and what the symbols mean

Thought I'd be blessed and cherished for sharing the esoteric

Now I'm standing here embarrassed at how foolish I seem

Cause they're like

NIGGA PLEASE...

Sit yo' cray ass down and hit this tree

We hate science, math, and geometry and if WE

Want to hear 'bout stars we got TV

All we saying is, how you rap won't get you major my nig

Trivium, quadrivium, what you majored in Trig

We know triggers and how they squeeze, not trigonometry

But if we want to hear that bullshit leave it to Dizz

(Talking)

Verse 2:

I'm standing here spellbound, I can't understand how

God's people can live so aggressively hell bound

Hated from hair down to the bottom of calloused feet

Unconcerned with calories bringing our health down

So much po-tential, but po' mentals

Got us in life's scantron test with no pencil

Got us with air pistols up against air missiles

Everything that they air causes terror it's there to pit you

Up against human nature, negative energy

Breeding with fertile minds birthing more negativity

Heathens reciting lines turning neighbors to enemies

And if we're all enemies there can never be synergy

(fading: and if there's no synergy there can never be harmony)

OKAY we get it Dizz, but it's fate it just is what it is

You gotta get yours and I gotta get for me and my kids

I'm gone do what I gotta do, if it ain't involving you

Then why the hell you care 'bout how I'm making my ends

Yeah I rap about stupid shit, be on the block moving bricks

Pimping on hoes, or running through all the groupie chicks

But I'm making a living, so I ain't seeing your vision

Motherfuck Knowledge and Wisdom if it ain't paying rent

(Talking)

Verse 3:

Well okay... But what if I have something to say

What do you gain from all of the destruction you paint

Minimal pay and loss of what the Creator gave

Theater ways, you got to act like something you ain't

That ain't the life you want is it?

If so just disregard my whole visit I'll bother you none

(I heard) enough of the enlightenment, light up a blunt

You been different ever since you came up out of the Sun

Into the cave

(Talking)