Sit and Read, Trust me, we all need to see the Truth.....
See the music is inducive, she's the teacher i'm the student
if i smoked I guarantee ya bro, i'd smoke weed to it.
Everyday i weed through it, sit around and make attempts
to make sense of the apparent filler and dents,
such a thriller is dense..Nah, somethin like the opposite
now I’m givin props again to many dozen composites.
I can see a monument…a foundation of something aging,
potent to be ancient, formed to somethin amazin.
As you dig through the surface, past the blueness like a submarine,
throw the ingredients in a furnace to boil ‘til it’s green
then one can truly view the beauty, all the pretty colors
stop the racial scrutiny, observe opinions of another.
If rap is black and rock is white,
country yellow, blues is well...blue
I guess it means I’m mixed because I’m fixed on what is grey
I mean it’s all the same to me, still a pleasure, never better
It’s a cave remember, buried past the instruments is treasure.