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Aimed released bolt
Why you acting
Securing bags automatics
If I have to my sell my soul for the game
Shit y’all can have it
Always “B” “A”-bove

Stay with me, stay
Stay into the deep
Holler in the dark
My heart will keep the beat!

Neaky freat or freaky neat
Put your hands up in defeat!
Word

Came up from the bottom I am Blessed
Listen to this when you're high
In the sky
Perspectives and lessons
Now I'm right in my mind
Had to go through

Over bear my soul,
Yet I am in total control,
They won’t ever tell you that,
You have the power in your hands,
To get back up, it’s never the end,
I’m

State of Grace

Talib Kweli

Gravitas

2014

way to a state of grace
Stir my heart, touch my soul
Feed me freedom sounds you made
Help me find my way to a state of grace
Lift me up with your

I was crying out for help
At the bottom by myself
Ain't nobody was around but people say they wish you well
I was dying in the night and I could

me why is it your girl that’s stressing me?
Like I don’t deal with enough heat already B
Don't ex-cite the flames 
5 years cooking perfecting

, no shrinking
When the soul at the bottom it's..
Look back on  introspection
Wasn't filled and null of wisdom

Yeah, let go your inhibitions
Stack them

and nights I stayed up grinding
I been on this road alone
And not a soul could help me find it
I spent them long nights
Long nights at the bottom
Took them

that same kid from Gates Avenue
With a little changes, made some edits, new attitude
But because I changed for the better
I feel sometimes they would

Yeah
What we doing today
I'm just the
Author of a flow so poetic
It could probably go gold with no edits
But I set a goal to go get it
Motivated by

Arranging cuffs and brick walls
When I ride through
Or my people will come and find you
Kindly remind you
Better yet Divine you
Help you meet your Maker

Everyday's a big cipher to me 
Writing raps like Frida painted 
Pain into medicine 
We freeze the moment and edit it 
Fire in penmanship 
Feel it all, don't

to your face in reflection
and consider the question -
where'd we loose direction?
Were the dark hours so much darker
with living spirits, shadows,

hang ‘‘em to dry
They Hang on my lines
I’m laying em out

Like what 

Make up your mind
I’m Changing the tide 
I’m making up shout 

Like, What 

You’re

I'm done picking up after you
Don't need another lame excuse
We finally hit the credits, now I'll make the edits
You wrote it and I'll sell it
I

offline my thoughts flying
Nah I don't miss the matrix
You tripping if you think it's something out this bitch
That's sacred beside's your soul
Spectator's

to be liked by everyone
You tune all of your views
Then change the station after every song
Says he's an ally while he would do nothing,
Confront him

dreaming
Shit, I'm bleeding
No time for healing, keep on speeding
Your soul and spirit
Belong to the road, admit it
I was caught by the cops, and when I was

poetic how could you ever forget it
Some niggas sold they soul in exchange for a little fame
Forget it you could never get my credit
That's why I edit

Exhausted
Everyday every inch of energy is exiting
Exodus ending
Enter intracellular entity
She edits my ending
Deadbeat drums of day to day
Now

every girl on my roster
She said ain't nobody got you like I got ya
Even met her momma dressed proper
Waking up by your side is an honor
Bang the hammer I

the bottom your just trying to see the surface
But you don’t hear me, do it for my family. Dead and gone
The ones that’s living say you got it baby bring it

The blackened warlock, warrior for none

Forewarned by bloody skies
By howling freezing wind
He's here to rob us all
To drain each breathing soul
Now here he