Awakening

I am Adidas original

Deep like a nigga's spiritual

Be at the podium, a dope individual

Speaking my mind line-for-line

What's happening is

Rerun holding the gun, so why captain?

Listen up for the fisticuffs

It's training day, so light the match and watch the blaze, okay?

For real, son. What's the deal, hun?

Selling yourself short like a Porsche on hubcaps

I'm on wax. Listen up, you titty-fuck

Is you ready for change? Not nickels and dimes, punk

Sorry for being vulgar. I'm not sober

Irritated at those that think the game is over

It's still a lot to fight for since '04

Don't take it in the back on your knees like coke whores

Stand up, break the chains and handcuffs

You ain't a stupid bitch like them chicks in Bang Bus

This be a brand new day

A brave new world, so see through the haze

This be the season of the media craze

Listen up, become an audio slave

Into a momentary trance, we ain't sleeping

We are well awake and quite in tune with the rhythm

I am the rebel, the treble, the voice, the noise

And this is the moment of rhyme, the time to sign

And I am...

Kind of like water: solid, dirty, so fluid

Into another world, stay muted, yet fluent

Moving forward, speech serving as a paradigm

Into a life, I lead a lifestyle of breathing certain

I'm maybe one in a million

I'm one of four children. Defying the odds, I'm out building

Big blocks on the pavement for days

When it rains and my luck run out, I can't pay rent

I start gazing at stars. It's amazing

How everything's aligned. Sometimes, I spend days and

Like, "Fuck going out with art. I'm showing clout"

Dropped out of school but cool, never showing doubt

Courage under fire. Most men are liars

They never sold crack or know dope suppliers

I don't need to sell that in my rhyme, though

Crack kill a black male quick or he die slow

Or locked in a cell with plans but can't prevail

It's summertime and, damn, the block is hot as hell

But evolution came, awakening the pain

Peace, love, and happiness is strange when it feel the same

I am the redeemer, rejuvenating self in the speaker

Suffa the leader. I got growing pains like Ben Seaver

So feed the meter. The levels overshadow believers

Not overly meager, my hair dreadlocks—nappy receivers

Receive reasoning, salt-in-the-wound seasoning

Getting up in the morning and hoping that you believe in me

Awakening, making me focus from the A to Z

Maybe we just need to get up to make a scene

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Into a momentary trance, we ain't sleeping

We are well awake and quite in tune with the rhythm

I am the rebel, the treble, the voice, the noise

And this is the moment of rhyme, the time to sign

And I am...