now what I spit, it’s medicine for the sick    an attempt to get a grip before it all starts to slip    and be the call and response from the bottomless pit    I remain nonchalant when the drama get thick    the last call, ballin’ up my palm in a fist    the most common misperception is this    drop and say why the show sign a line    hit the road hit some hoes videos    next you know, you’ll be bawlin and shit    but you’ll be calling it quits    when all the cards start to fall in the ditch    cause temptation is so hard to resist    no there’s no such thing as an unjustified existence    except perhaps a few thousand rappers in this business    finish what I start scientifically, strategically   specifically addressin’ the oblivion we livin' in    my brother and my sister and I’m speaking are you listening    freedom being imprisoned by the television image    if you let it instead get affected by your habitat   ask a few questions, quit a few bad habits and after that    handle this similar to how Xavier McDaniel did in ‘86   we’re talking just a little less shit    and lately being mindful of the babies I admit    but at nighttime I sit serenaded by the blues of a skyline hue    reminding me of a time when the old was new      and I spark a fire for the cold and the dark   peace and war both pumpin’ soul in my heart   and though they can’t keep what they stole from the art   and they love to see beef ‘cause it throws us apart   more fire for the people   say more jobs for the people   and more books for the people   and more music for the people      as the world hurls towards seven billion more listeners    seven hundred plus see the killed and held prisoners    seven thousand one hundred islands I been missing    cause I grind seven to five, at night I’m writing scriptures    as hot as the block as cold contradictions    pen drips with honesty I don’t offer fiction    go to competition the bone that they try to pick with me    and learn the moral lesson and marching forward to victory    no flag waving celebrating your (?)   you call it thanksgiving, we call it thankstaking    everybody looking for the ladder not the answer to the question    waiting till the cancer’s in regression    fresh from the northwest the hottest thing lately    like white celebrities buying black and brown babies    got the town crazy over beats rhymes and life    peace with adobo grease, eggs and brown rice      and I spark a fire for the cold in the dark   peace and war both pumpin’ soul in my heart   and though they can’t keep what they stole from the art   they love to see beef ‘cause it throws us apart   more fire for the people   more food for the people   more homes for the people   more clothes for the people   more schools for the people   more land for the people   more life for the people      yo, I’ve seen souls get sold so coldly    see what a dollar can do to the tiger that true    I speak boldly, composed of a melody told    whenever we hold the memory close    no telling when the reaper fed a post and snatch a fan    something that you can’t capture with the camera lense   a relation of the boulder and a hammerin' pen    the truth hurts, no wonder people rather pretend    I annihilate a fake persona for spare change    everybody, self included, is fair game   inherited the trait to make both ends meet    often make a brother feel like he gotta compete    but with each release I reach for peace    others quit to reach for the pigs from here to beacon to bridge   ‘cause see, freedom of speech don’t apply if you’re silent    I shout like I’m trying to get heard on the island      and I spark the fire for the cold in the dark   peace and war both pumpin’ soul in my heart   and though they can’t keep what they stole from the art   and they love to see beef ‘cause it throws us apart   more fire for the people   more peace for the people   more life for the people   more love for the people   more love for the people   more love for the people   more love for the people