From the album Lac Gospel

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Lyrics

Chorus:
I feel so high off life I could touch the sky, I'm on cloud 10 so please don't Funk my high, I gotta free my soul can't let life pass me by, America won't cut me a slice of the pie, tell me why...

Verse 1:
I'm not a typical lyrical spiritual brother, my potency was passed down from the womb of my mother, the Most High sanctioned me to Funk up the globe, by pushing positive vibration through your earlobes, no matter how you wear your skin life don't make things easy, because the pain you pack within still makes you look so needy...

And I can't stop wondering why, the world wanna blow my high, and I can't stop wondering why, America won't cut me some pie, they'd rather see me die...

Chorus 2

Verse 2:
Finally I'm liberated, you can't be this elevated till you educated, celebrating for my fallen soldiers cause we made it, yeah his hair was like wool we may be related, I know you hate it but destiny you can't evade it, you see we far to complexed to be thinking basic, we took the road less traveled though it aint the safest, we covered all the tracks but through the spirit you could trace it, homie the struggle make you stronger so you must embrace it, and once you feel his presence aint no way to shake it, they can't get high as I am so they try to fake it, but the feeling that you feeling aint for me to take it, I feel naked I can't believe our bond is breaking, we them infiltrate the Holy structure he created, don't bob yo head unless you feeling every word that's spoken, and gangsta even when you're sleeping keep ya eyes open, you feel me...

Chorus 3

Verse:
I'm from the heart of the city where they show no pitty, I have to glide from the earth to moon for you to see me, hardest cat spitting and aint getting no recognition, lyrics be so flexible enter yo intellectual, perplexual feelings you getting from outer space, we cruisin up in space cause the world is so out of shape, still swimming with the sharks, I'm eating with the predators, fix your face with the speakers when you turn us up, this tracked dosed your brain and entered your vains I'm sick, regurgitate my thoughts, I'm pure vomit, all on a track I'll let you wack cats eat it up, Ten toes down, still no love, like Ball & G ballin is a habit, I can't stop won't stop can't stop rappin, I do this for my daughter and my son...