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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