So buckle up, ready, come fly with me Will you fly with me? Ride with me Come with me Will you fly with me? Rock with me Roll with me C'mon and fly
And walk in my shoes, come and try it, be defiant, we put The heart of a lion, see if you like it, you livin' your life culturally bias 'Cuz the ghettos
, afraid to fly and so i'm running catching fish and chopping wood, the revolution, slow time coming i don't know what else to do, cross my fingers, teach
I NEVER PLAYED THIS HOE BEFORE AND I SWEAR IF IT'S COO HOE I ONLY WANNABE... [ANDRE] MAN I SPEAK WITH PERSISION MONEY'S MY RELIGEON FREAK HOW YA LIVIN' I FLY
PLAYED THIS HOE BEFORE AND I SWEAR IF IT'S COO HOE I ONLY WANNABE... ~ANDRE~ MAN I SPEAK WITH PRECISION MONEY'S MY RELIGION FREAK HOW YA LIVIN' I'M FLY
System of young guns, who get paralyzed By acapella size multiply growth rates for attempt to sterilize My, moldy approaching in rhyme I'm a culture Legal narcotic, who cross
Inscribed in a peasants palm is a blessed psalm If you draw and your weapons wrong, there ain't no stepping on My forty five is my weapon My culture's
I'm chosen all up in the rhyme like a metaphor Promote the Queeze help me go ghetto gold [Andre Nickatina] You're lookin at the culture of the rap culture
to come and walk in my shoe Come and try it Be defiant, we pump the heart of a lion See if you like it You livin yo life culturally bias Cause the ghettos
I?ve spent a lifetime crossing this culture Your sea of hate Others who found god grey existing cold Let?s all rejoice in the end times Of sorrow and
child/ Of course it?s a trial to speak loud and walk straight/ I?ve found a voice is a terrible thing to waste/ Wake Up! Take up your cross-section of
me at a show, Here's part 2...listen yo VERSE 1 After the platinum show the two I did with cross movement I said my goodbyes 'cause I had to fly back
/ Of course it?s a trial to speak loud and walk straight/ I?ve found a voice is a terrible thing to waste/ Wake Up! Take up your cross-section of the
Now what's than eating dirt, being buried alive Put to death by surprise in the name of black gods Ain't I most fly? Young pie don't cry Dry the tears
