Can U Feel It?

The feeling gets the blessing

The truth sets you free

The feeling is the truth that the answer lies in me

The feeling of the everyday struggles of me and mine

The feeling's got my nigga's on corners risking their lives

It's feeling time flatline

The feeling of sight to the blind

It's liberation when you choose to free your mind

The feeling of a slave underground heading north

I feel the guilty verdicts passed down in the courts

Feel the shackles, cattle, enslaved up north

The feeling as you're watching love run its full course

The feeling of a child in the midst of divorce

God's the source, life force, it's death feeling the loss

The feeling of a hungry man watching a player floss

I feel like Allen in the playoffs stepping on the floor

I crossed him over, foul line jumper with my arms stretched

forth

The feeling of victory, no one remembers who lost

Can you feel it?

I feel like a kid having a kid sister (trapped)

I feel like a cooking pot of grits sister (splat)

I feel you, work and feed your seeds mister (ha)

I feel I'm reppin' you I feel you out there

Now I feel the jealousy, he feels like hating me

The feelings of he, his G just bought my cd

The feelings of me, his G just bought my cd

The feeling of she, show, front row, Us3

Ooooooh weeeee!

Feel me seize the tree

Feeling like busting shots till we're free

Or feeling shots of JD

He feels crates, gates, masks, 'n' robbery

I'm feeling like, fuck it son, we all gotta eat

Ashcroft feels he needs me detained in camps

For me terrorists words through the cells and the amps

I feel like I rhyme like I got nothing to lose, know why?

Because I've got nothing to lose

Do or die!

Can you feel it?

It's the feeling of every bullet passing through Tupac

Volletta Wallace's feelings when BIG got shot

Feeling the fire like Chaka, touch all seven chakras

Snakes infiltrated now I felt the imposter

The feeling of you feeling me feeling the track

The feeling of you running to the deck rewinding it back

The feeling of your check after they take out the tax

You're feeling everything the god spit on the wax

You feel me bomb the track, you feel me attack the wack

I feel my habitat

He feels the needle in the wax

The feeling of a chiropractor walking on my back

The feeling of braille

I feel like feeling the third rail

Suicide, middle passage trade ships set sail

Feel like a dead man walking, monsters ball in jail

I'm feeling like Christ on the cross, the hammered last nail

Father have you forsaken me, I'm feeling like I failed