Fuel - Black Thought, Portugal. The Man, The Last Artful, Dodgr

He’s from the city

He’s from, he’s from, from the city

He’s from, from the ci-, ci-, city

He’s from, he’s from the city where it all began

I’m an Ernest Hemingway portrait painted by Ernie Barnes

Clean sneakers and dirty horns, last soldier a thirty gon'

Who lost hope but still journeyed on

Yet I’m the reason we gon have to get the gurney for him

police carry and customize cuffs for me

I hope these take up guns is still bust for me

I had the whole world, it wasn’t enough for me

It got me feelin' like the Lord lost trust for me

I made a means to an end when there were no ends

I burnt bridges, I just wanna be eternal friends

The last ones I ever intended to turn against

Until we grew our separate ways like fraternal twins

So to the chosen few with whom I need to reconcile

My mother’s mother, my only brother, my second child

I’ll always love you, although that was rarely said aloud

So take forever, I guess better late than never proud

I’m gonna breath in the bellows, put the apple on my head

It’s hard to gain perspective with the world in your hands

Gonna drown in the shallows, ashes in the bank

Never lookin' back until there’s nothin' in my way

Yo, identify with the dead or the livin', I don’t know

Maybe my people set up the fall like a domino

America, the beautiful, go ask Geronimo

What’s the worst they could do to you?

I bet my mama know

I bet my father know you’re

Even if justice wasn’t blind, she never look at us

I want that of what I could not touch

I was tryin' to get what I could get before I get locked up

And when that death clock struck

I was depressed enough to go ahead and press my luck

doubt so long, I figured I should just rise up

Like helium from the delirium

Tryin' to change my skin color like a chameleon

But all my best years of life behind, I’m still ahead of me

What would I leave behind if I was over everything?

The foundation for creation of a better me

That’s honestly the true defition of, do it

I’m gonna breath in the bellows, put the apple on my head

It’s hard to gain perspective with the world in your hands

Gonna drown in the shallows, ashes in the bank

Devil on my back and there’s a demon in my way

God damn it

I said now

Told you once, can’t fool me twice

Hate to be the bearer of bad advice

What I see before my eyes

Bare with me

Feel the fire

You’re like the path of least resistance

Resistance

Yo, they say my seeding’s a future threat, that’s all too correct

For that two fifth of a man that barrel to your neck

God damn it, the hot hammer get, all due respect

For the young self, blocked the cars you collect

I have to run the multiple rings like the dream team

Tryna ' and touch, keys like Kaseem Dean, surpreme cream

His hands so dirty, a clean

Screen murder, watchin' 30 for 30, here go the feind, nigga

I’m gonna breath in the bellows, put the apple on my head

It’s hard to gain perspective with the world in your hands

Gonna drown in the shallows with the in the bay

Never lookin' back until there’s nothin' in my way