Meditate Remix
Sometimes I meditate on all the stuff they did to us
The pain will never allievate
Poppin pills, sippin lean, smoking green
I need to medicate
I dont have time to meditate
Decorate with the yellow tape, throw you in jail you a bathing ape
Stuck in a cell, you can't escape, what is my fate?
Baby open your third eye, this isn't apartheid
But what they can do keeps me up at night
Get beat in the streets like Rodney King or Stephen Biko
Know you heard of the evils
KKK was hoodie up now they persecute us for the same shit
I guess I need to watch my language, fuck it I'm getting a stainless
I don't blame you for getting wasted
I don't blame you for wanting them Franklins
I don't blame you for not having patience
I don't blame you for resentment
We were born as kings treated as peasants, crooked system made us felons
Don't plan for the future cause were not here in the present still think on the past
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