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(Verse I)
Sometimes I phase out when I look at the screen
And I think about my chance for me to intervene
And its up to me to bring back the hopeful
Feeling in the music that you can quote
Not saying that I hate it
'Cause yeah, I kinda dig it
But what good is an ear if a Q-Tip isn't in it
So this year get in
And inform your friend
Your boy from the hood
Is on that shit again
He's upped the degrees
And dropped the mercury
To splash on the mass
From low to upperclass
And when the record spins
It sometimes blows a wind
A fickleness of fans
They sometimes hate again
They always bring up Tribe by me
Could not survive, I mean
This is my mans, I mean
This is my fams
And here's somethin' new
It's front row for you
So don't misconstrue
Its tribal and true
My dudes who hustle hard
Will stop your repetoire
As long as you can see
Its you who's stayin' free
'Cause life is filled with 'cerns
Keep pills and little burns
And shit, I'm fuckin' up I mean
I'm trippin' out
But still there is a void
And people get annoyed
Let's focus on the feel
Before we get a deal
C'mon
(Chorus)
Figuring life can't be a thing
The wilderness is wild to me
But you're not alone I see we're just the same
Figuring out where we should be
Figuring life can't be a thing
The wilderness is wild to me
But you're not alone I see we're just the same
(Verse II)
Moving while we can
To put back on the street
Let's take care of ours
And ensure we eat
And opening in
They critize the boys
Without enmity
They lose all the noise
They can't keep us down
We're dominant and brown
And those of other shades
They join our parade
But wait, there's rain ahead
Like Brit and Kevin Fed
And magazine debris
Its shit you gotta see
I'm no diff'rent to you
I goes through it too
I thumbs through the page
I don't come of age
I'm not a deity
I'm far from perfect see
I roll a tumbleweed
This's just a humble seed
That i present to you
Its just a mr. groove
With words of harmony
And soon a melody
That speaks to where we are
The door of hopes ajar
And soon we walkin' in
Uplifted just to say
C'mon
Chorus 2x