Manifestations
Preach[CHORUS]Wishin' Upon a starHopin' heavens reveal who we truly areIn those moments when happiness seems farWe so scarredWe hold God deep insidePlease God[VERSE 1]I said home is where the hate isI feel like Miles DavisKinda blueStirrin' trouble in My bitches brew, it's trueNiggas that don't know you choose to judge youGon take more than feet to walk in my shoesNowadays dudes got beef than meat at the barbecueit bothers you like it does meKnowledge is keyUnlock passagesCivilizing savagesThrowin' your mind overboard likeSlaves in middle passagesWho we are is not a mystery, godKings and queens and artistsCheck your history, godMatter of factThe pages are intactThrough the hieroglyphsSee myself in a different lightWhen I write, suddenlyRevelations came in DeuteronomyAn exodus before the genesis came upon meNow my oratory speaks these ghetto horror storiesDeep inside . . .[CHORUS][VERSE 2]YeahCheck itI let my mind travelOn occasion my body tags alongHopin' to unravel the mysteries of BabylonYou never know a good thing til it's goneOnce it's gone it's hard to admit that you was wrongThen the tip of your pen, Freudian slips as you beginAnother song, Philly cats call that a jawnFreddie Hubbard on the hornThese new jacks can't see me like a mustache on a newbornBlack son searchin' for the one, the Black NeoSeeing visions for real while yall watch CleoA Griot who speaks CreolePidgin to be exactCreature of habitat like these corporate catsThey might dress prettyAttitudes are pretty uglyInside thet tainted, stained with hipocrisyIt's a slave economyThe poor righteous teachers tried to reach usRock dis Funky Joint in your speakersI'm not a fan so I don't hang in the bleachersGood JesusThey wanna do me in like Brutus did CaesarWhether Emmanuel or EbenezerAllah or Rastafari, the good LordHe's my keeperSo if Jesus walks with KanyeI'm sure he'll listen to thisOblige me like Mary J. toTranscribe these scripts to the lost tribesYes I, Jah Bless INo man can test IOr mind trick I Like Jedi, I'm up early like redeyeLearnin' more about myself every time I writeI Wanda like SykesWill there be a time When they recite my linesLike Dave Chappelle sound bitesI stay weary of O'ReillyHope you do tooMe, I'm doing coolLike Sway and Baby Blue in the UKI want the booty (bootay)To realize my dreams todayMoney's the root of evil, TouchŽAside from Groupies and Stunna ShadesThere's more to this creative art formWord is bondYeah, ya dig?CHORUS