Love and Truth

As the sun closes down on the terrain Fists that fly In fights causing weak wrists to cry I kiss goodbye This life if I could kiss the sky I choose not to Speaking in tongues Like slang Bantu Walk with it Talk with it No matter how dark the heart gets it Penetrates to demonstrate we innovate to get a plate to eat off Dig my cleats in the dirt Making my hits the ones to lead off Base hits In this life that's never basic Replace peace with raised fists to demonstrate this I hate this Bunting and running toward the base is sick Forget that bunting stuff I'm going for the fence First, is education Get as much as I can get Second, put my money in my own establishment Third, invest the revenue The future for my seed Home is where the heart is Take care of the fam, indeed Out of the park Life is like a rollercoaster I touch home and beat my chest like Sammy Sosa Return to the dugout Get me some dap I leave the whole world wondering if it was a corked bat Advantage Whether hollowed out wood or cold steel I realize the industry's not a balanced playing field Love and truth As the sun closes down on the terrain Fists that fly In fights causing weak wrists to cry I kiss goodbye This life if I could kiss the sky I choose not to Speaking in tongues Like slang Bantu I walk to the rhythm of the wind Without a corner to bend The street bends me Mold back Through the elasticity Of my personality True endangered species Black man take hold of gravity In grave situations I'm cursed with vocal clarity In love with the art The truth is trapped in tragedy Tragically shown the sins of men are like a cyclone We're trapped in it Round we go 'Til we relax in it Whether the facts is in it Is unknown Sit on my thoughts until their full grown And hatch from my subconscious barrier Then I train my thoughts to fly Letting wisdom be my air craft carrier Mind boggling Thoughts explode when My brain kit is fully loaded Busting out like the Trojans Incognito I love this music like Stretch and Bobbito Is this love? Homeboy, what do we know? Absolutely too much Yet a whole lot of nothing When percussion starts pumping How many people really saying something? Not too many I pray to God when satan's in me And bust a rhyme when I'm feeling empty Love and truth As the sun closes down on the terrain Fists that fly In fights causing weak wrists to cry I kiss goodbye This life if I could kiss the sky I choose not to Speaking in tongues Like slang Bantu Hot streets $20 sacks of weed and concrete Bomb beats bang from back seats Blue suits and flat feet Flags are blazin' Engaging with the minds of cave men Digesting hatred in the cities we're enslaved in I hear the sirens My mind is like uncharted islands Deep as my thoughts You look into my closing eyelids The world is lifeless Look into Lucifer's likeness Truth and gospel We sell our souls for checks and stipends And honesty's unseen We fiend for popularity And live the commercial Toss back lagers for therapy Burns my soul I see my life going down the rabbit hole I wish our goals didn't assault the globe For all this I consider gain and risk Smiles and hatred Riches and the wisdom Meditate off break beats Bass cracks the platelets So don't fake it And talk about keeping it real Then hide behind the lies When the truth is revealed Love and Truth Love As the sun closes down on the terrain Fists that fly In fights causing weak wrists to cry I kiss goodbye This life if I could kiss the sky I choose not to Speaking in tongues Like slang Bantu Love Truth