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Gift of Gab, fourth dimensional rocketship
Going up
To the ink on the paper from the top of the brain
Ghetto youth zone rhythms that are louder than pain
From Soweto to Cali it's all the same people in chains
Where eight-year-old children cock it back and take aim
See, just the other day, I was catching a cab
The driver came from his country to America to grab
A slice of the pie, he said my people haven't seen
The extremeness of hard times, I said "What you mean?"
He said there's people in his country that would love to live
Inside these ghettos, they live inside of shacks
And the kids don't see any kind of education, boys and girls
Starve and die, ain't no money when your country is third world
I said I yearn for change all over the map
From a system deeply rooted in hate that sets traps
Crack, liquor stores, guns, plus our culture was robbed
And we was taught self-hate, made to believe that God
Was outside, denied free thought, feeling the pressure
Of a hellish eternity, visions of the oppressor
With a long, white beard, looking down I keep hoping
It'll change, 'til then please don't expect me to get over it
Before I bounced out, I said "Peace, love"
Ain't no reason why nobody need to suffer in poverty
While others getting richer, it's the same old song
Before I closed the door and bounced I told him change gon' come
See, I know they don't tell us that we really are Gods
Dwelling in infinity, through the power of now
I spread the good karma out, grab a pen and a sheet
And empty out my mind so the ancestors can speak
Through me, I tweak the beats, rock, eat the beats up
Dwelling in the fourth dimension of spirit, I'm going up
And it can't stop, don't stop, won't stop, ain't gon' stop
Aim for the top, straight blowing up
It's like that