Transition



Verse 1

Now I got two eyes and ears yet I cannot see and hear what you telling me is great I don’t relate from Americas birth place blight laced avenues evil trace strikes morning nights and afternoons perils they loom triumphant I resume addicted to my cause victor injustice my trigger watch genius turn to niggas manhood decayed betrayed for decades slaves fearful let terror tear through their fortitude time to engage the youth elders middle age young where ya customs come from ya morals and trends discipline and culture belief do you fit in as a cog to your own destruction amount to nothing wondering how they function see evil’s summit I can’t submit war mongers hunger for blood pocket billions from killings dealing arms and poppy fields brothers fill morgues with others misplaced hate degraded imitate their colonizers the fat shiftless lazy arrogant double speaking heathen with faulted reason small ax chopping down your trees its always them seasoned folk who yolk us back in what happened treacheries legacy uncle toms won’t be the death of me record speaks volumes technically elite message steeped in agency biases preferences open addressing the lost stray and ancient current and vagrant commodores zooming away crafting my spaceship to places that’s utopian still they rope me in escapism is dangerous so this place I anchored it its got to be a better way of living a new beginning light flickers in the distance in transition.



Chorus

We transition

We Transition

From the old to the new

We transition yall

We transition

We transition



Verse 2

As sure as the globe turns and the sun burns learn pupils they can’t refute you resistance futile who know by my neutral presence take reverence boisterous echo the voice who hoist this choice of art hence illicit incredible illegible illicit stricken digits take the plain out and make it vivid from your city town or district distant shores where visitors scared to tour and famine riddled no hospitals middle my vibe bourgeoisie to downtrodden heads nodding on the forgotten I cast light would use wrath as a masochist crafting this with pain jolting every cell in ya body uncover human parts sparks in the shade of my brain actualize my language vanquish the blood suckers clammy handed and anxious I persist as if avenging my kin wit burn brass skin out of the furnace turning something into everlasting exalted passion will in action let me speak it plain my feet rooted my thoughts strain from mundane then again Aashir supply the ethanol I’ll apply the flame Molotov to ya DJs playing the same thing no game ending your reign flipping the board over city limit streets made him bolder I lost romanticism battling isms hip hop is the prism spreading our greatness spread em out of vegetated stages engage the global conversation moment they’ve been waiting agent of change flip it on its head moment they dread complain you can’t understand what’s being said where the visions dead the people perish for nourishment they listen and



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