Give Thanks

I'm just a liberation scribe writing these bars of freedom

The god's got kids and uncle g'wan help feed 'em

My words free the mind whether you hear 'em or read 'em

The duty of a civilised man is to teach 'em

Wave your guns at the system and unify the prisons

I save a ghetto child from getting drawn out at Princeton

Still a million man march even though some are limping

Like Kunta caught up in big pimping and linen

Karma sutra, I sooth ya

Nah I ain't bitchin'

I armoured through ya, moved ya and seized your kitchen

Was my steez with ease to blitzkrieg the women

Now my hymns hem her heart's stitching

See I'm reppin for my fam that's the joy of living

See I reps for my fam that's the joy of living

I see you reppin for your fam and that's the joy of living

Was thanks taking, there was no thanksgiving

I keep my eyes on the sparrow

Americas always gotta full barrel of stress

So strap on your vest

Since the manger avoid the one left in the chamber

Divide and rule kills the knowledge of self

Now this remainder remains to be the last born

The first scorned

The one you made the scapegoat

The god building like Joseph

In technicolour peep my dreamcoat

Y'all keep it real

I'm a keep the real estate on the block

I don't fiend for the cream

I fiend for the gold it's backed by

Y'all use the physical two

All seeing third eye

Pierces holes through your spleen

Scores goals on your team

Choke, holes on your neck

Bill, fold all your cream

Blaow!, holes through your dreams

Unbalanced is the beam

The sun rises in the east in Bruknaam

I come clean

I see you reppin for your fam that's the joy of living

Was thanks taking, there was no thanks giving

I be wise as a serpent, peaceful as a dove

Flow be perfection, the attribute's love

From Brixton to Brooklyn, topsoil, I recoil to Medina

Ascend thrones in brownstone

Blaze pastures, mines greener

In backwoods trees get nestles

With the beast within I wrestle, for anointed be this vessel

To rebuke the devil

No progress without the struggle got to hustle before you

bubble

God's words (are) no hustle though

See brother Bains, like Malcolm, think long range

Sincere

My life's dedicated to change

Locked up in the belly (of) America's gut

If I'm sleeping with the enemy, my eyes wide shut

You see I reps for my fam for the joy of living

You see I'm reppin' for my fam, that's the joy of living

I see you reppin for your fam and that's the joy of living

Was thanks taking, there was no thanksgiving