Here I am, soul



Yo, step out on the block to face the sun

Creep the people in the village that raised my son

As far as days go this look like an amazing one

I feel more normal in the summer the same as the Yankees won



It's like, of course, what you expect less

The night about to kick off folks is out in their best dress

Pimps and whores rising on the horizon

Ballers copping more diamonds



Watch the ferrions looking towards Zion

What's embedded in the hardest head

It's the epic lie to me and debt it

To a country that gives us no credit



So cats stealing money cash hoes 'cuz that's what's expected

With the bill when the original architect is comedic

Mummies return so the dummies can learn

Just how much Hollywood got to burn



Of our money that's hard earned

But that ain't really my concern

As I walk the block as soon as the sun goes down

It starts to get hot, scorching



Bridge to 'Bama

Bring your wife, bring your brother, bring your kid to mama

She shits bananas

The way we paint pictures in a vivid manner



Bridge to 'Bama

Bring your wife, bring your brother, bring your kid to mama

She shits bananas

The way we paint pictures in a vivid manner, yeah



Magnetic like refrigerator poetry

Attract imitators who wanna flow like me

You know it's me, floating free through the ghetto where the

People supposedly ain't trying to show no love openly

Give me your hand, yeah


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Trying to build a bridge so we can stay the course

Hi-tek lay the track for the train that thought to run across

Come across places where faces got tracks of tears

'Cuz the human race been running upon their backs for years, yeah



But they don't break

They keep it moving like when I travel the land

And people, other people do it how other people go through it down

Bridging the gap like the Black Eyed Peas



Loving, giving it back, to see them raise up

Living for that to keep trying means to keep failing

But if you don't keep trying that means to keep dying

What the hell, we gonna die anyway

Keep your soul live when you're here is what I'm trying to say



Bridge to 'Bama

Bring your wife, bring your brother, bring your kid to mama

She shits bananas

The way we paint pictures in a vivid manner



Bridge to 'Bama

Bring your wife, bring your brother, bring your kid to mama

She shits bananas

The way we paint pictures in a vivid manner, yeah



Come on, yeah, yeah

Break it down like

Come on, yeah, yeah

Come on, yeah

[Incomprehensible] hi-tek, yeah



Soul live, this how we do it, right

We keep it moving like

This hip-hop like

Jazz music like



Everybody wants to rock

Everybody rock me like

Everybody in the spot

Brooklyn to Nomadic life



Yo, for the babies and

It's for you and

It's for me and, it's for us and

Break it down like

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