Letras

[Verse 1]
There's space for every part of the music
Whether or not
[Verse 2]
My world is raw like the set
I got so much in my head
When on a mic made of lead
No drugs for dead in my head
Bust in, I freed all the kids
Auction, I'm placin' my bid
Black hole, the world got to dig
Welcome, decide how we live
Black power, place all my nig's
Wild out, the kids fuck the crib
Learn how to breathe on my own
Your intellect get me stoned
I rap, sing me a poem
Pull every C, yeah, my tone
Plug in the banjo, my bones
My voice, the new saxophone
This Philly shit can't be cloned
Now watch the past take the form
Run DC, love is the norm
And North of here word is bond
Fuck y'all, shout out to my moms
Taught me the what was beyond
Go
Written by: Archie Shepp, Earl Davis, Jason Moore
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