Yo, we all got different things we got to deal with. we always are tryingTo put the blame on something else rather than sometimes looking atOurselves, recognizing a lot of the stuff that happens…but if we lookWithin ourselves, we could prevent a lot of this nonsense. it’s aboutRelating back to the essence, where it all stems from. i’m-a do my thingOver this drum, like a native tongue.Verse oneQ-tip:Do what you will, if you feel that your steeze is realComplicated with the skills over reel to reelBrown skin is what I feel, my mind and body’s appealIs to the no-frill mills, who hear the beats to chillConstantly, I’m hearing black americans just sneeringLooking for a leader who can fill us up with eitherHitting us up with great emotional chatAbout the factThat the blackIs constantly held backLike 50 tracks back in a relay raceAnd the white team’s aheadSo let’s keep up the paceAnd I be needing somethingTo feed my logical tasteAt the end of the race is there a paradise place? Yo, we can’t get involved in what the next man is doingMaterial gain we put too much in persuingYo duke, I need this dough so we can step to this partyBut we can all mardi gratiMinus that shit in our bodyWhat that got to do with that’cause kid that’s the essence,Your physical presenceEmbodies every lessonYou can’t run the rolls royce if the engine is busted.Can’t even life the knife to cut the mustard.What we need to do firstNow listen to this verseLet’s concentrate on our spiritual plate.Recognize your existence in this vast blue spaceFrom a tiny cloud of bloodTo the human beings with taste, sight, touch, smellAnd soundLet’s deem it profound!And prioritize this cause it was allah’s wishAllah? I’m godNo I ddon’t believe that. that’s a mysteryIf God is so good why does shit be happening to me? There’s divinity withinBecause we come from the divineA froce that’s not seen but you feel it every timeWhen the wind blows, and the world turns,And the rain drops, and the baby criesAnd the bird flies, and the ground quake,And the stars gleamSo many things are eident of it’s existenceWhat we need to do is link it with persistenceOnce we recognize that, we can move aheadNative tongue, common sense yo he’s hip-hop bred…Common:From the spiritual world my former life has developedFirst person I lost close to me was stellaSome of my mellowsLost their mothers and their brothersFor them I feel empathyBut I ain’t pouring out no liquor for no niggasI pour my heart out when I see dot out on the deckKnowing two weeks ago he slapped-box with deathI hear of niggas dying in the wind-in the newsBut when it’s somebody you know it hits youAnd emotions get bruisedI ain’t been in your shoes,I won’t judge you for knockingBecause the spirit of the ghetto says you gotta!They snatch you again from rock flippin’Give back into the neighborhood, you better start kickin’Stickin’ storesOn the stripI’m tired of arabs giving me my change backDevil bomb my yesterdayMy tomorrow he never gave backI lay back, looking at the ceilingWonndering what can I doSo my homie won’t have to be dealingNot cause you serving and I’m rapping I’m betterJust different pieces to the puzzle of black lifeThat we have to put together, better ourselvesCause families we gotta raiseNo matter how long the moneyShorter become the daysMen become like womenAnd no difference in the seasonIf you got popped five timesYou breathing for a reasonLet’s put the five tenure plan into progressionBefore we count our paperCount our blessings