Sam Erica (feat. Queen Of Arts)
Fountainhead
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Don't let anybody tell you about your struggle Everybody's got their own struggle It's about if you used your struggle to evolve Or if you just use it to define yourself They used to make me go to AA for probation, right And I used to hear these guys define their entire existence by their most pronounced weakness But me...I write my personal history based on my triumphs, not on my losses A loss is just a triumph you gave up on or either when the clock ran out And if the clock ran out, you better get ready for the next game, the next season Or the next life time On my South American Drift Where the jungle is the only Amazon that exists No Bloods without Crips No profit without risk You can pump your fist, you can slit your wrist You can sit in front of the mirror, and wonder why you exist And why you gotta get old and die You can cry, you can laugh You can think about the past You can wish that time would slow down or go fast I was down by the equator Above the sea I just happened up on it when I was lookin for weed And there was Macchu Pichu, for the really reals Way up in the hills, lookin down at drug deals It was 1980-something, Medellin, George Jung Noriega, CIA, crack, wiretaps, and guns And Nancy Reagan started sayin "Just Say No" But everybody you know had a nose fulla blow Cause Sam had a gang and Erica had caine And all they wanted me to do was move a few thangs Yeah Sam had a gang and Erica had caine And all they wanted me to do was move a few thangs But I...I can't call it Better ask someone else about it Cause I just don't know So you can bump it on down the road I can't call it, I can't call it I used to sit through those meetings and listen to those alcoholics I used to get fucked up and fall on my face I used to huff paint, you used to freebase We used to get chased sometimes we got caught Almost all of us went to prison and some got shot So tell me was it the hip-hop, the heavy metal The parallel universes, trailer parks and the ghettos The middle class home that grandparents owned In an oil field town that never through me a bone Cause I have a Mind of my own And nobody can tell me where I can roam And nobody can tell me who to pray to I can worship the dirt of the Earth if I want to And guess what...alot of people do And it worked for 50,000 years in the jungle, you jerk You flirt with the devil on Halloween But you don't really know what the Day of the Dead means If this was the military you'd clean the latrines And if this was jail you'd find out what hell means But I...I can't call it Better ask someone else about it Cause I just don't know So you can bump it on down the road The Popul Vuh, Tupac Amaru, and the INCA I Now Create All, I Am the Sphinx huh Yeah if you only knew That you are the Sphinx too I grew up in juve but who's fault was that Was it me, the judicial system, or where I was at Who knows where the flow goes...I can't call it But everybody wants to know what's in your wallet Erica was chewin coca leaves out in the field And Sam was busy politickin on Capitol Hill For the really reals, I was way up on Macchu Pichu Where the KnowLedge might reach you I... I can't call it Better ask someone else about it Cause I just don't know So you can bump it on down the road
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