Common Market
Gol'dust
Y'all know the prophecy, it's biblical; ?from hill to hill?In between Beacon and Capitol I travel at willAtop the mount of Crown, send down the edict for the Sea to achieve peaceThe townspeople read it and weepWe meet in the streets, a foray of glory and hypeRecitin' stories and arias of warrior typesAn army of light - recreate the Normandy siteDeploy, you appreciate the enormity, right?This battle hymn of the republic will knock for all my soldiersThe block, that's where we focus and plot to overthrow thisEchelon, send a message to stop takin' our voteThis has got to be a joke, 'cause it's not what we were toldIs in the promissory note of the draft the forefathers had craftedYour fathers aint mine, boy - I'm a bastardI grasp a four-fifth in my palm, I got the right to bear armsY'all keep pushin' me back, I'm 'bout to blast itThe creed is captured in the prose, my flow's ominousAnd obviously the reason we rose to prominenceWe're documenting history here, the end's nearThe pen, bomb and grenade; the promenade of sincereMy folks rush to grab it and mash at full thrustThe first to have status and pull and hold a flushFor control they go nuts, yo - we're rollin' back to CaliRevivin' the rush for the gold dustSongtexteCHORUS 1:Yo we crush the precious metal to dust for distributionAll you gotta do is breathe to receive the restitutionUnder pressure we become both gems and grown menIt's a jungle sometimes - wonder why I was thrown inWhen my instincts seem to do more harm than goodIt's difficult to defend against steel armed with woodMaybe I was never meant to be a championI'm standin' downstream pannin' for ambition to hand inNecessity was the mother of the invention of my characterThe neighborhood good Samaritan holdin' a DerringerAnd darin' you to thwart my path or try stoppin'The establishment of armistice, this is the dichotomyI gotta see the reconciliation take placeMy offering for the intercession is burnt sage and a Smith & WessonI'm guessin' God really needs neitherBut I must if I'm entrusted as my brother's keeperThe challenge is discerning fam from adversariesThey move in similar fashion - a real man carries aHeavier load; shoulders and back bowedThe observation is in the simple conversation you holdNow look me in the eye and tell me I'm not worthy of favorThe crop would never pay you if not for all our laborWe're the spine, twisted to sign dots along the waiverIt's hot where you gon' stay, I pray God will be your saviorWhen the fires of propitiation reach the plantationThirty lashes in the dirty ashes layin' the abatementI'm afraid of laughing, 'cause shortly after I'll be facin' the wrathI ask for mercy though I'm purposely impassionedAnd I'm certain the infraction's a forgivable offenseWhen the true lord of this land would never quibble over rentWealth proffiteth no man in his last daysThese flames will show you what you're made of... dustCHORUS 2:Yo the dust I was born from is this type, this insight isHelping me to get right, and I need assistance at timesBe the admission disguised behind a pseudonymI hope to find truth in him before these guys do him inAnd what's a legacy worth next to mined metal, yoMeasure me first - depression, it's better we workFor change, not for pennies, if anything the commodity traded is usFor flakes of gold dust.
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