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I’m hustling harder
Than I ever did before
I gotta score to settle
Make you evaporate like mist off a kettle
Burning desire
Hotter than than fire
More molten than lava.
More addictive than java.
And Ill starve for it
I’ll see the trees for the forest
Then chop em down
Stealing
Burning
And
Looting
CIA Parachuting.
No one will shoot me down
I’ll weave my way through that underground sound
Homeward bound
Making those free throws
And banking on those rebounds
Clowning around
Town through town
Nothing aint eva
Gonna hold me down
Shit
I am Spirit
I am mist
Therefore
In this realm
I do not exist
Confucianism
Mysticysm
Biggotism
All these ism skisms
Confusing 'em
I’d rather be the dew on grass blades
Carried away
Every day
And recycled
Than stuck like glue
Or gum to pavement
A free bird soaring high
Than a tree rooted to toxic earth
(2010)
