“Who got the vibe? It’s The Tribe y’all”
On the speaker y’all, As I stand tall
Despite All, This weight on my shoulders
That’s been beating me down
The worst bit of it is from and because
My Ego is legit
A cold-ass mother fucker
But eh, I cannot stress
It’s All Good, I can rest
The variety ranges
So many cages
And you wonder why I rages
Wonder why I rages
As the tide shifts, I be the one that lifts
The collective over the rift
What can I say, curse, nah, my gift
Next track, “I suck at love, I think I need a do-over.” Raps Hova
“What’s your hardest vice to give up?” She asks me next.
Rolling the dice, when it comes to my Life, is perhaps then, my biggest vice…
Brah, that’s just for leisure.
Nah, that’s never been my scene.
Rock n Roll?
Not quite my style either.
I guess that means temptations, but before that let me digress
Cause when I was still small kid kine
Alls I wanted was just a One
Then Life unfolds, Truth be told
Truth be told, Life just unfolds
Never thought I’d be this Old, when my name was just Young
Couldn’t see beyond age 23, when in July, Spirit spoke to me, and
Ever since, ever since that premonition haunts me
Forty years or so
Before you begin to wonder
If it’s your time to go
And if your work here is done…
And since that ever since, the clock, it ticks, the clock talk: ticks.
I’m about a third through, two thirds left, I thought you knew, that’s why you’re gathered here right? To hear from The Prophet, before they slit his throat some night. No, Jay! No, not Here, not in this Life. No my Teacher said, they not gone lynch ya. Some will say, the color of skin, it will protect you, but that don’t mean shit to you because you’ve hated this color ever since, yeah? Isn’t that part of the reason you colored over it, to tell the story that speaks from your Soul? Kinda but not really…
Fuck you haole!
I cannot even begin to say
That’s not your Mom, Larry.
My Dad shared once to me, they told me she wasn’t my Grandma, guess things don’t change much now do they
This racial hurt, divides too many
Tell me who, what, where, when, why, how
Can we overcome such inequity?
Forty years left, oh if only it was 40 ounces, though about two-thirds through that, it wouldn’t be so cold, in fact, it would be warm and bitter. Is that what I’ve got to look ahead to? Is that the meaningless Life of a Sinner?
Which segues nicely back to the Flesh and my biggest vice, where I’m weak, though I know better, shit, when within, Inner Child rises up each moment, cheering, no, not this Life, not this time, we’re all Here & Now to be Winners.
“Fuck all this pretty shit my name is” Jay, as Hova continues.
If you know, me, then you know I wear black to cover the blood on my sleeve
From this Heart that beat-beats
Roll the dice? Nah, I’m a beast mode, enter cheat codes, take the Ego out and cheat its slow suffering march to Death. Live fully, each day, until I’ve no more work left.
Live Life fully, that We can truly
See, the Love, that exists, free
From judgment as The Creator
Intended for We
Set We Free
Cause We the People, The Power is the People, and We All meant to be
What a Dream! And I’m The Dream Pusher
And this is Prophecy.
Are you ready to take a hit
Of my words? Just one get your Ego faded Here,
Give some time for Spirit, Lift ya up, Now.
Fear the Unknown.
Nah, that tagline’s dated.
Just one hit of my words,
Get you Lifted. So Bless up.
Let’s all get faded on that Spiritual
Take a trip
It’s the only essence really real
Let’s get lifted up on the Spiritual
It’s the only high that gives you wings
Let’s elevate our consciousness
It’s the only way to heal the mass that”s why
Let’s Love with our Hearts so Free, So Free
It’s the only way to live, Now
“I’m your Pusha”
It’s time we grind,
Who’s feeling me?