History in the making
Making his story jump from the pages
Into reality
Handcrafting mental visions
Living dreams
Walking through the forest of his mind
Intertwine the abstract with everyday contact
City of the Jack from his point of view
I view my avenue from a different set of rules
These dude's be acting rude wanna step in my shoes
My timbs are immune to the radio tunes
Don't make my feet tap
Fakes keep yo seat strapped
Or I will gladly unbuckle ya thug
You stay industry
While we stay in the streets
Revolutionary, down with the movement
Maneuver and move men through the music
So what I'm doin
Trying to break free from what I'm doin
Guided by the Son to do what I've never done
And after it's all said and done
I wanna rest with the Master
No, the Crow ain't a pastor
But I'm past the state of mind
Of this state of mine
Stay align with the truth
The spirit's living proof
When a sammich go down like ya best meal
Starvin
And truth recognized by what you feel
Starvin
A hot line make it a classic
Starvin
And you only look to God for some magic
Starvin
When a sammich go down like ya best meal
Starvin
And truth recognized by what you feel
Starvin
A hot line make it a classic
Starvin
And you only look to God for some magic
Starvin
In the land of mo' milk and mo' honey
It's all religion, guns, and money
Ain't no rules when hungry
So while y'all full off exceptions
I'm trying to change the rule
Power rise from education
And bondage from school
See it is what it is what it's been
I ain't fooled
Never hear me cry foul when the cow moos
Or place blame on the bullet but the hand behind the trigger
And them sayin
But the system that made you a nigger
They extras in the picture
Only follow the script
Wallflowers in the scene
A cog in the machine
Kids stopped dreamin
So the work got demeanin
At 10, you countin stars, 25 you dry-cleanin
Pussy, pot, and liquor only enable ya demons
Status updates distract you from ya freedom
So I speak to the people as the lost voice of reason
Starvin but never satisfied with the cheese
When a sammich go down like ya best meal
Starvin
And truth recognized by what you feel
Starvin
A hot line make it a classic
Starvin
And you only look to God for some magic
Starvin
When a sammich go down like ya best meal
Starvin
And truth recognized by what you feel
Starvin
A hot line make it a classic
Starvin
And you only look to God for some magic
Starvin
Rebukin God and dollar seekers
Cold hands clutch heaters
Poison seep through the speakers
What's truth to nonbelievers
Wisdom spiral downfield
Where's the receivers
Shut down by the corners
Their routes are easy readers
Lessons streets teach us
Glencoe couldn't reach us
Hood survivors lead us
Land they promise
It keep us
Greet us with handshakes
Secret codes they can't break
White collar or last dollar
Plan of their mandate
Summer jams to grams
The fiends they can't wait
City spun out of control like a jammed tape
Grand design by the authors
Or is it just man's fate
Busted levees of the mind get treated with band aids
Coulda said something that a got me some spins
But the means wouldn't justify the ends
Scope the digital world through an analog lens
Life is fair, the proof's in the rims
Starvation
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History in the making
Making his story jump from the pages
Into reality
Handcrafting mental visions
Living dreams
Walking through the forest of his mind
Intertwine the abstract with everyday contact
City of the Jack from his point of view
I view my avenue from a different set of rules
These dude's be acting rude wanna step in my shoes
My timbs are immune to the radio tunes
Don't make my feet tap
Fakes keep yo seat strapped
Or I will gladly unbuckle ya thug
You stay industry
While we stay in the streets
Revolutionary, down with the movement
Maneuver and move men through the music
So what I'm doin
Trying to break free from what I'm doin
Guided by the Son to do what I've never done
And after it's all said and done
I wanna rest with the Master
No, the Crow ain't a pastor
But I'm past the state of mind
Of this state of mine
Stay align with the truth
The spirit's living proof
When a sammich go down like ya best meal
Starvin
And truth recognized by what you feel
Starvin
A hot line make it a classic
Starvin
And you only look to God for some magic
Starvin
When a sammich go down like ya best meal
Starvin
And truth recognized by what you feel
Starvin
A hot line make it a classic
Starvin
And you only look to God for some magic
Starvin
In the land of mo' milk and mo' honey
It's all religion, guns, and money
Ain't no rules when hungry
So while y'all full off exceptions
I'm trying to change the rule
Power rise from education
And bondage from school
See it is what it is what it's been
I ain't fooled
Never hear me cry foul when the cow moos
Or place blame on the bullet but the hand behind the trigger
And them sayin
But the system that made you a nigger
They extras in the picture
Only follow the script
Wallflowers in the scene
A cog in the machine
Kids stopped dreamin
So the work got demeanin
At 10, you countin stars, 25 you dry-cleanin
Pussy, pot, and liquor only enable ya demons
Status updates distract you from ya freedom
So I speak to the people as the lost voice of reason
Starvin but never satisfied with the cheese
When a sammich go down like ya best meal
Starvin
And truth recognized by what you feel
Starvin
A hot line make it a classic
Starvin
And you only look to God for some magic
Starvin
When a sammich go down like ya best meal
Starvin
And truth recognized by what you feel
Starvin
A hot line make it a classic
Starvin
And you only look to God for some magic
Starvin
Rebukin God and dollar seekers
Cold hands clutch heaters
Poison seep through the speakers
What's truth to nonbelievers
Wisdom spiral downfield
Where's the receivers
Shut down by the corners
Their routes are easy readers
Lessons streets teach us
Glencoe couldn't reach us
Hood survivors lead us
Land they promise
It keep us
Greet us with handshakes
Secret codes they can't break
White collar or last dollar
Plan of their mandate
Summer jams to grams
The fiends they can't wait
City spun out of control like a jammed tape
Grand design by the authors
Or is it just man's fate
Busted levees of the mind get treated with band aids
Coulda said something that a got me some spins
But the means wouldn't justify the ends
Scope the digital world through an analog lens
Life is fair, the proof's in the rims
Starvation
Making his story jump from the pages
Into reality
Handcrafting mental visions
Living dreams
Walking through the forest of his mind
Intertwine the abstract with everyday contact
City of the Jack from his point of view
I view my avenue from a different set of rules
These dude's be acting rude wanna step in my shoes
My timbs are immune to the radio tunes
Don't make my feet tap
Fakes keep yo seat strapped
Or I will gladly unbuckle ya thug
You stay industry
While we stay in the streets
Revolutionary, down with the movement
Maneuver and move men through the music
So what I'm doin
Trying to break free from what I'm doin
Guided by the Son to do what I've never done
And after it's all said and done
I wanna rest with the Master
No, the Crow ain't a pastor
But I'm past the state of mind
Of this state of mine
Stay align with the truth
The spirit's living proof
When a sammich go down like ya best meal
Starvin
And truth recognized by what you feel
Starvin
A hot line make it a classic
Starvin
And you only look to God for some magic
Starvin
When a sammich go down like ya best meal
Starvin
And truth recognized by what you feel
Starvin
A hot line make it a classic
Starvin
And you only look to God for some magic
Starvin
In the land of mo' milk and mo' honey
It's all religion, guns, and money
Ain't no rules when hungry
So while y'all full off exceptions
I'm trying to change the rule
Power rise from education
And bondage from school
See it is what it is what it's been
I ain't fooled
Never hear me cry foul when the cow moos
Or place blame on the bullet but the hand behind the trigger
And them sayin
But the system that made you a nigger
They extras in the picture
Only follow the script
Wallflowers in the scene
A cog in the machine
Kids stopped dreamin
So the work got demeanin
At 10, you countin stars, 25 you dry-cleanin
Pussy, pot, and liquor only enable ya demons
Status updates distract you from ya freedom
So I speak to the people as the lost voice of reason
Starvin but never satisfied with the cheese
When a sammich go down like ya best meal
Starvin
And truth recognized by what you feel
Starvin
A hot line make it a classic
Starvin
And you only look to God for some magic
Starvin
When a sammich go down like ya best meal
Starvin
And truth recognized by what you feel
Starvin
A hot line make it a classic
Starvin
And you only look to God for some magic
Starvin
Rebukin God and dollar seekers
Cold hands clutch heaters
Poison seep through the speakers
What's truth to nonbelievers
Wisdom spiral downfield
Where's the receivers
Shut down by the corners
Their routes are easy readers
Lessons streets teach us
Glencoe couldn't reach us
Hood survivors lead us
Land they promise
It keep us
Greet us with handshakes
Secret codes they can't break
White collar or last dollar
Plan of their mandate
Summer jams to grams
The fiends they can't wait
City spun out of control like a jammed tape
Grand design by the authors
Or is it just man's fate
Busted levees of the mind get treated with band aids
Coulda said something that a got me some spins
But the means wouldn't justify the ends
Scope the digital world through an analog lens
Life is fair, the proof's in the rims
Starvation
Writer: Herbert Brown II
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid