|Yo, we all got different things we got to deal with. We always are trying
|to put the blame on something else rather than sometimes looking at
|ourselves, recognizing a lot of the stuff that happens...but if we look
|within ourselves, we could prevent a lot of this nonsense. It's about
|relating back to the essence, where it all stems from. I'm-a do my thing
|over this drum, like a native tongue.
|Do what you will, if you feel that your steeze is real
|complicated with the skills over reel to reel
|brown skin is what i feel, my mind and body's appeal
|is to the no-frill mills, who hear the beats to chill
|constantly, I'm hearing Black Americans just sneering
|Looking for a leader who can fill us up with either
|Hitting us up with great emotional chat
|about the fact
|that the black
|is constantly held back
|Like 50 tracks back in a relay race
|and the white team's ahead
|so let's keep up the pace
|And I be needing something
|To feed my logical taste
|At the end of the race is there a paradise place?
|Yo, we can't get involved in what the next man is doing
|Material gain we put too much in persuing
|"Yo duke, I need this dough so we can step to this party"
|But we can all mardi grati
|Minus that shit in our body
|"What that got to do with that"
|'Cause kid that's the essence,
|your physical presence
|embodies every lesson
|You can't run the Rolls Royce if the engine is busted.
|Can't even life the knife to cut the mustard.
|What we need to do first
|Now listen to this verse
|Let's concentrate on our spiritual plate.
|Recognize your existence in this vast blue space
|From a tiny cloud of blood
|To the human beings with taste, sight, touch, smell
|Let's deem it profound!
|And prioritize this cause it was Allah's wish
|"Allah? I'm God"
|"No I ddon't believe that. That's a mystery"
|"If God is so good why does shit be happening to me?"
|There's divinity within
|because we come from the divine
|A froce that's not seen But you feel it every time
|When the wind blows, and the world turns,
|and the rain drops, and the baby cries
|and the bird flies, and the ground quake,
|and the stars gleam
|So many things are eident of its existence
|What we need to do is link it with persistence
|Once we recognize that, we can move ahead
|Native Tongue, Common Sense yo he's Hip-Hop bred...
|From the spiritual world my former life has developed
|First person I lost close to me was Stella
|Some of my mellows
|Lost their mothers and their brothers
|For them I feel empathy
|But I ain't pouring out no liquor for no niggas
|I pour my heart out when I see Dot out on the deck
|Knowing two weeks ago he slapped-box with death
|I hear of niggas dying in the wind-in the news
|But when it's somebody you know it hits you
|and emotions get bruised
|I ain't been in your shoes,
|I won't judge you for knocking
|Because the spirit of the ghetto says "You Gotta!"
|They snatch you again from rock flippin'
|Give back into the neighborhood, you better start kickin'
|On the strip
|I'm tired of Arabs giving me my change back
|Devil bomb my yesterday
|My tomorrow he never gave back
|I lay back, looking at the ceiling
|Wonndering what can I do
|So my homie won't have to be dealing
|Not cause you serving and I'm rapping I'm better
|Just different pieces to the puzzle of black life
|That we have to put together, better ourselves
|cause families we gotta raise
|No matter how long the money
|Shorter become the days
|Men become like women
|and no difference in the season
|If you got popped five times
|You breathing for a reason
|Let's put the five tenure plan into progression
|Before we count our paper
|Count our blessings
|A Tribe Called Quest