Sometimes I phase out when I look at the screen And I think about my chance for me to intervene And its up to me to bring back the hopeful feeling in the music that you can quote not saying that I hate it 'cause yeah, I kinda dig it But what good is an ear if a Q-Tip isn't in it
So this year get in and inform your friend your boy from the hood is on that shit again
he's upped the degrees and dropped the mercury to splash on the mass from low to upperclass
and when the record spins it sometimes blows a wind a fickleness of fans they sometimes hate again
they always bring up Tribe by me could not survive, I mean this is my mans, I mean this is my fams
and here's somethin' new it's front row for you so don't misconstrue its tribal and true
my dudes who hustle hard will stop your repetoire as long as you can see its you who's stayin' free
'cause life is filled with 'cerns keep pills and little burns and shit, I'm fuckin' up I mean I'm trippin' out
but still there is a void and people get annoyed let's focus on the feel before we get a deal c'mon
(Chorus) Figuring life can't be a thing the wilderness is wild to me
but you're not alone I see we're just the same figuring out where we should be
Figuring life can't be a thing the wilderness is wild to me but you're not alone I see we're just the same
(verse II) Moving while we can to put back on the street let's take care of ours and ensure we eat
and opening in they critize the boys without enmity they lose all the noise
they can't keep us down we're dominant and brown and those of other shades they join our parade
but wait, there's rain ahead like Brit and Kevin Fed and magazine debris its shit you gotta see
I'm no diff'rent to you I goes through it too I thumbs through the page I don't come of age
I'm not a deity I'm far from perfect see I roll a tumbleweed this's just a humble seed
that i present to you its just a mr. groove with words of harmony and soon a melody
that speaks to where we are the door of hopes ajar and soon we walkin' in uplifted just to say c'mon