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Distant Wilderness

featuring Debra Killings

[T Mo]

Why is it you fail to see a man

in the same hour that his kin come grinnin?

In another code fell asleep party mode tryin to come up

from the ashes that defy your lift listen up

Ladies seem sweet the ocean meets the mountain peaks

Stone walker side walker watch those loose lips Wall Street

Numbers set by stock movers buy my tip so I can touch

Not for no print size, plate saint, white wasted H20

Four coats'll make it glaze

Beams rooted like dogwood, between the Pine, wind

Twenty-fo' stores with malt for sale, still fetchin water

out the well, help em size, find the grind, find the times

where the times weighed as hard as ? find me shoes, baby daddy

Rico Daddy, he didn't break the TV

So why should I weep, man gon' bye, see you when my light blow

Got more good than dirt to throw, and I won't pull

between the halo, and a fork-pitch

Suffocated by my rhymes...

Chorus: Debra Killings

Worship High, it's just another name

Take your time and concentrate on it

Take a stand and make your hand a fist

We got a reason to resist


The mortal orbit your nadir, don't cross the fade

chillin in Decatur, where it's greater, secure streets

In the hood late at nights, dippin fine

Hard not to be slippin, if they come, I won't run

When it's time, I ain't trippin, I got my date

and you got yours too, I see, the record sales soar

after the death, of this creator, genocidal, tendencies

when they mention he, who listens, to Unseen Hand

Cappin the faces of the young black man, when they sing

Knowin that we Godly, got to keep it right

with my people cause I'm equal no matter, how much I make

I can't escape fate, the date as I await

As I await, I can't fake

Can't fake, I can't fake, I'm true with it


A duffel for the cash, platinum within myself from another earth

Spill, nina, tea leaf, your very, existance

is considered a privelege, buck up, and they can't, be revoked

Pay your taxes, uhh, snake eyes

Strapped with flaws, still iterant to a lot of laws

Man-made, but that's a dot, everybody

from the East coast don't wear it back home, whatchu think?

Gettin they thoughts mixed negative, after reoccurances

I say a prayer, plus if I, entertained them

It's easy to commit, hard to resist

And once we cross that line segment, not even our producers

can bring us back, eyeballs peeled

Eardrums opened, egos stripped stroked, another low blow

delivered to the hip-hop culture, uhh

Industry consists of thieveries, prostititues

and Folgers if somethin bigger than us, past the blue

Told us that it wasn't a heaven for G's

Then we do this, continue your devilish deeds

I mean activities, that just show, that it's a Hell

for Jacks, independent, but you distributed by your masters

Labels still a slave, but you just get to eat at

the white man's table, lookin like Gable Gunther

on the Guinness Book of World Records, God didn't like ugly

and he wasn't too fond of cute either

A climate of caution, a climate of caution in effect



Where I am, you can feel God is present, in the midst of darkness

if you spark up bet somebody gonna see it

It is necessary for me to speak these words now

Another day here hasn't been promised to me, don't you agree

that you never fail when you try, I'm willing to die but first

I am willing to live, and I overstand that this will be

a lifelong sacrifice, in order to reveal

you gon' have to destroy, and if you ain't thinkin right

you damn sure can't act right, somebody raise your fist

and let me know I'm not alone, revolution, doesn't mean fightin

in these streets, and it ain't gonna be no revolution

without the women, and, it ain't gonna be no future

without the children, and, it ain't gonna be no children

without the men, and, you can't have no love without the trust

And no, trust can come without communication

And you can't communicate if you ain't got shit to say

You can't teach about what you, been deceived about too

Any book you read is still limited education

You gon' have to talk to God personally and time is short

And, he's on his way, and I will receive

a grateful word for what I've done

And this is all that really matters to me

In time you will see what I told you is true

And I ain't have to rhyme to say that to you

I ain't got to rhyme to say it to you, it's true


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