The Force

We got game.
(A fast one) When I listen, I feel the mic that’s in my hand. I think your
brain is on my land. I simmer down but when you’re sure looking to the sky you
see the laws from the rhythm of the force. You’re running down the street and
meeting people from the force. An open door, and guess what I saw.
I saw the crew chillin’by the liquor shop they were sitting down and listening
to the hip-hop.
We got game.
Every now and then my mind makes a mirror. And it tries to see the kid that
makes life a killer. The face is in the haze but that leaves the taste,
I start to think it’s light from heaven. (Woo!) The memory around is beginning
to fade. But the stain it made will never really go away. I hit it off with
this lady dusk she was driving the fast lane and getting hyper pain.
Where are we going?
Where are we goin’when I don’t see ya movin'? Beggin’for a ride yes you know I
stay cool but up into the sky, now back onto the earth. Now that’s the funky
part but I ain’t got my bird. The whole universe is sittin’in my mind.
I think too much but I ain’t fucking blind. I do a mean rap but I think about
the other day, about the time I turned shit to haze.
I know I’m not the only one who’s getting affected. To the people all around
that make me disruptive. I smoke a pack a day and I drink all night and when I
get horny I pick a fight. The wind has changed and the sun has come up,
everything’s been working since I got my new haircut. I’m teaching my style,
I’m makin’a G smile to this world I was living in exile.
Where are we going?