Took a trip through the hallows of my conscious

Within my darkest night

I found the morning

You don't appreciate the sun 'til it's been in the dark for too long

Then it's time to move on yea yea yea

Never not in my zone

A rebel for the right cause I stand on my own

But my knees getting tired and my days getting long

So the weed getting fired so my pay getting gone

But I'm good without the green because I'm gaining something more

Bread of life that can't be kneaded with the same approach to dough

That was brought about my demons schemin' for a way to go

Without a way to make a way for future waymakers to row

Within this river full of slithers, silver, and slivers of hope

Pushed by givers of dope

Rushin' into the open

Easy target in scope

At least camouflage if you knowin'

You in middle of warfields

Strange fruit in the orchards

Mangled lil orphans

Tangled up and dangerous

Who the fuck you looking at

I am not the same as ya

I am not no different

I am that I am I am only human

I know that well

I know that well

I know that well

I forget who I am sometimes

I think that we all do we fine though

We all we get lost sometimes

All we gotta do is find hope

Hope in the divine divine

I hope you hear these lines these lines bro

We all we get lost sometimes

We all that we got I'll find you

Can I get some money can I roll my dope

Can I get my land back land back

Land of milk and honey land of kush and dro

Enemy a stand back stand back

Can I get some money can I roll my dope

Can I get my land back land back

Land of milk and honey land of kush and dry

Enemy a stand back stand back

The day my heart stops beating and my soul flies out the chamber

And the harps start weeping and the road is gold with angels

And my flesh starts rotting adamah consumes my fingers

And the rest the stars are watching as I fly out to the maker

I wonder will I be judged or will everyone ascend

And if sin is just another manmade doctrine

But if so, why else are we here in this flesh

The only certainty of our creation is death

My heart a ticking time bomb and when the clock hit zero

I got two choices

In or out of box like Neo

And will my free will will my spirit North or south of Sheol

Do my good outweigh my bad? What really matters? Not steeples

When they creating ladders to the spirit for sheeple

And that's creating batter for them to fry cause they peephole

What if perspective is the factor for the guy who made people

And he selective bout who lives and who die and who lives from the get go