10. Over Time feat. Space and Black Patrick

[intro]
You know what would calm me down? (What?) A big hit of weed…just saying. Yeah…back at it like a crack addict. Y’all already know what it is, the diabolical twins, separated at birth. Fuck with your boy, no almond joy…ya dig?


[Space]
The times in which we living consisting of vicious villains,
defensive, upset with killing, our preachers are touching children,
skylines lost buildings, emotions, lost feelings,
past tense and cold, I’m uptight and froze.

Is it rigor mortis or these cold shoulders we standing on?
The country’s a terror zone, it hurts to hear the truth, some people
can’t even bear the tone, gets deeper than baritones,
stressed and depressing, now hear me spit expression thru headphones.

Peace cries as loud as a thousand cicadas, while
we watching and waiting, anticipating al-Qaeda?
Change lives and lose bodies, time flies on airlines
terrorized by kamikazes, I’m kinda salty.

It’s getting faulty when president’s is throwing parties and
getting snotty, stolen elections got ‘em feeling cocky,
politicians the sickest with crime, it’s just a
part of the time, got me living life one bar-at-a-time.

The harder I rhyme, the better I feel, ‘bout our first world
country that still got people hungry, grungy, dingy,
dirty, the water’s looking murky. Lord have mercy.
It’s hard lord, helter skelter, living in cardboard for shelter.


“Mainstream media don’t report this, but it is now on the record and officially documented, that decades of terrorist attacks against their own population are in fact organized by the CIA and the White House.”


[Black Patrick]
Over time, things’ll change,
toe the line in hopes that we can overcome and rearrange the
paradigm, cause you can’t rely, on what you
thought you knew, you ought to open up your eyes.

Over time (over time) things’ll change (things’ll change), hold
it down and know to keep on fighting thru the pain that’s got you
paralyzed and terrified, you can’t rely alone on what you
think you know, you need to open up your mind and grow…

Since I can
see thru the front, I guess I can meet you in back, but don’t get
beat to the punch, or you’ll see your seat getting jacked, don’t even
need to react, or treat it as a perceived attack, just
leave it at that, and be at peace with the past. See they can

reach you, but once you’ve been fleeced the fact is, that it’s
past clutch time to scrap sheepish tactics. I don’t
preach black magic, but to circumvent the filter to the
beat takes practice, so heed Black Patrick.

Swing into action like an Indian chiefing a blunt hatchet,
keeping you grinning, making the fun happen, like
Butch Cassidy flexing a flux capacity facet,
masterfully emphatic and passively telepathic,

passionate about activism, math and street acrobatics,
Sun Dance in the rapids and take command of my habits,
be a man that’ll stand up for what I have and a savage
protector of what I believe: feeding my family matters.


“I wanna break out from the mental prison.”

“You have to attack civilians, the people, women, children far removed from any political game, so authorities can bring in a state of emergency.”

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