102 Lyrics

Yo, I eat and drink from my portion

Never had a gift like wealth while in motion

Rolling, just like so many other niggas

But I'm trying to get a grasp on what Solomon was throwing

Life is what you make it, and everything you know is

Reality created, so how can we take this

And run it to the ground for

Fake ass niggas and fake ass bitches

Look up, no one's around

Not a single solitary soul that can carry

I'm in meditation and I'm chasing the known

Put my faith in the poem and my ear to the sky

Stay higher than the planes, look mom I can fly

In stride with the vibe, so turn it up

And it sounds so underground that we burning

up I haven't learned enough, but I'm reaching

while I'm speaking And I'm scaling to the peak,

Cause there is no retreat Man

For all my people in the trenches and the belly of death

Battling the front lines, still shruggin' the stress

Be blessed

The fall, and the call, and the curse, then the sleep

The time is upon us, it creeps as we speak

For all my people in the valley, still exposing the wolves

And all my people still sleeping, thats about to get shook

Be blessed

The fall, and the call, and the curse, then the sleep

The time is upon us, it creeps as we speak

Like a cartoon classic, never will forget

How I got my ass kicked into line lack the whip

It's a battle for the cattle, there's a pasture overyonder

I was in a mountain caught by a string band blink and

I was awaking from the path that they take

When the hope gets down, your soul feels forsaken

You mold just to close, harden in the stone

Lay asleep like sand, if it wasn't for the wind's hand,

You'd have gone nowhere

The cold air attacks my flesh in the winter

And God draws the lines,

But I haven't really seemed to remember

Forever and always, I'm as grand as damaged

Handled by harmony's hand, and I managed

To come across a cross where a man's hands were hammered

For all my people in the trenches and the belly of death

Battling the front lines, still shruggin' the stress

Be blessed

The fall, and the call, and the curse, then the sleep

The time is upon us, it creeps as we speak

For all my people in the valley, still exposing the wolves

And all my people still sleeping, thats about to get shook

Be blessed

The fall, and the call, and the curse, then the sleep

The time is upon us, it creeps as we speak

I tell them, living for the world is drastic

Haven't you niggas ever read Ecclesiastics

Forget book, this is life with tactic

It's what defines most niggas, as actors

I don't have time to give you a break, so

You should get your comfortable nikes and pick up the pace Yo,

Scholar know how watch your step as I throw down

Giants in the valley some days need slade, so

Phone the drama king, let a nigga get paid

Never underestimate a God-loving rage

Whether sinner or saint, everybody gets to play

Whether sinner or saint, everybody gets to place

Across the airwaves, y'all rapping the same

Remix the same flavor, still hoggin' the game

Like a pocket of hot air, just foggin' the frame

Obama ain't the only brother pushing for change

For all my people in the trenches and the belly of death

Battling the front lines, still shruggin' the stress

Be blessed

The fall, and the call, and the curse, then the sleep

The time is upon us, it creeps as we speak

For all my people in the valley, still exposing the wolves

And all my people still sleeping, thats about to get shook

Be blessed

The fall, and the call, and the curse, then the sleep

The time is upon us, it creeps as we speak