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[performed by Prodigal Son & Rev Burks] [Intro: Prodigal Sunn] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah That's right, yo, listen [Prodigal Sunn:] It goes, one for the family, birth from pure sanity Two for humanity, wrapped up in vanity Three for reality, escape from the cavity Make room for clarity, practice solidarity Do it for the charities, less fortune then tragedies Hold it down like gravity, don't run with batteries Toast grapes, smoke weight, I twist a whole eighth Host my own mixtape, Sunny came to get it straight Attitude feeling great, your food on the plate Cash at a fast rate, through every city, country, state Home to cop real estate, 'menace' like Larenz Tate Diamond in the glass case, mask with the black face Hash with that purple eight, yo from that Myrtle gate Enough to help me meditate, find a team, legislate Stay moving with planner, you moving out of manners Slugs peal like bananas through your cameras Yeah... [The Reverend William Burk:] SongtexteYo, we don't tie while we laced, and sharp with money traces Short phone conversations, long with meditations Good sex, perspirations, musical inspiration Quiet storm dawn, love song dedications It's the Chi-Town sorcerer, wizard from course of co-dodging The coroner peep the formula, money moving from Florida Been observing the game, like a foreigners brain Cause I'm at war with my oppressors, and this poverty thing I'm from the C He Islam, C Allah God Cypher Where pigs assasinate brothers like snipers Watch for vapors and the vipers, peace to righteous and the lifers I've been hustling, ever since a baby rocking diapers In the six thousand year reign of the six ounce brain Who for six hundred years was graphted then became Aus Songtexte Mania