Flavors

The fruits of my labor I'm tryna to find apples Pine-Sol cleaning my floor smell like Pineapples Mix that with the flavor of grape snapple I will have to detach you just snap you within a chapple I got the Dos and I'll Zap you The race I overlap you I need to find ya location I do what maps do Never like your GPS so devious What do you see when you are blind take a Stevie guess You running out of breath... breathe cause you need to rest Take it easy on your heart plus you need ya chest So you can say it... stop spittin and don't you spray it It's kinda ill to pay bills but just go and pay it All my life I always thought that I would stay a slave My oppressors lucky that I cannot do Kameha waves We don't believe that we have power so we stay afraid Then they tell us be like Jordan stupidly we be amazed Man I'm sick of oppression... feeling the lesson... feeling dyslexic My spirit is what you mess with You won't get far trying to pursue all of my dreams Don't you make me hot cause my skin will start to steam That's not cool situation... On that lava level... If you don't trust the Most High go head try the devil You won't like the outcome they like how come? You never seem to be phased I say its not a phase You don't need to be amazed about what I speak Feel better cause I never had to run the streets But I understand the people that had to Switch places with them you wouldn't be glad to Don't speak on nothing that you truly never understood Try to make it out the storm a little like thunder would I mean a bunch of clouds talking loud it's noise Do what you do... live life... love and enjoy