Текст песни
You think much? Most folk don't seem to do such
A smooth touch, that's a method to do what?
Cut up, just like records on Kru-Cut
Circa '84, circa '85
Circle Psychology is more than meets the eye
Changes we go through, the brain it must do
Healing, always trying to chase a feeling
Face the ceiling, patterns in the walls revealing
Heroes, villains, civilians and the cries of children
By the Millions, scarred by the senseless killing
Tense and chilling, life feels ripe for fulfilling
Full feelings full blast, full grown empath
Foundation built to last, Plus the name in math
I came in last, then asked what other race you have?
Make me mad? Please, don't make laugh
I don't compete, even though my speech elite
I rather teach, and reach my soul thru the beat
For whom the bell tolls, that's how it goes
Kangols, shell toes, low cut afros
That was a time in life when tension was thick
Tricked into division with a smidgen of wit
Isn't it a shame how the pain don't quit?
Yeah, it's the same ole skit
Close knit, better get while the getting is got
I'm getting a lot of thoughts about switching my plot
Itching to rot eternally when my time comes
Pine box top notch for some hand beat drum
Yeah surprise, I was just my resting eyes
But I'll be fine rhyming here for the rest of my lives
The best of lies come with a special disguise
It's called the truth, any other route I despise
Doubt on the rise, dry like a drought in the skies
A mountain sunrise, yeah, that's a treat to your vision
A piece of peaceful living, Mother Nature in rhythm
That's Mother Nature in rhythm...