Navajo Rugs

Most slippers dreaming through this peace pipe Praying in the dark hoping that I see light Trynna stay sharp with a dark vision Gotta couple heathens with me trynna bombard the system My man just went to jail and brought a gun charge with him On top of that other felonies I told him hold his head I'll make sure he lives through these melodies I hate to see him trapped, wish these raps could just set him free Whoever thought selling heart would get you seventeen, that's seventeen I mean yesterday was everything if there's no hope for tomorrow And money ain't everything, I can go broke tomorrow Sometimes I find happiness in a broke down cigar In an isolated room on this Navajo wall Mind drifting, smoke disappearing through the wall I hear the loud voices, that's my homies calling Open up the windows, let the angels fall in As I bob and weave between stars Learn and dream between Mars When words are weaved, pictures are painted Like Navajo Rugs or woven blankets As I bob and weave between stars Learn and dream between Mars When words are weaved, pictures are painted Like Navajo Rugs or woven blankets Got so much on my mind, all these thoughts weaving in and out created design So intricate like hand spun rugs They say they talking outside But I hear no love I feel the shots in my back But there's no slugs I brush the dirt off my shoulders Wipe away all the mug that's been slung They say the sword ain't as mighty as the tongue The horns get the attention But the war starts with the drum 808s and low ends beating on my chest like King Kong Gorilla warfare, the force here You could feel it in the song All the warrior in this gone I sip Indian style wrapped' in blankets Smokin' on the bong, trynna find my inner peace Jugglin' stone, never take it for granted, what the struggle is for Cuz through that dark hole life is beautiful, like emeralds and gold There's diamonds in the dirt, you just gotta dig through some coal As I bob and weave between stars Learn and dream between Mars When words are weaved, pictures are painted Like Navajo Rugs or woven blankets As I bob and weave between stars Learn and dream between Mars When words are weaved, pictures are painted Like Navajo Rugs or woven blankets I woke up among the confused, but yawning The bloodstream came to collect dues this morning For all the signs we drop, the parachute supplies Are limited, coated in images Yet the code of the streets leaves our thoughts with no access The revenue of colour, all reduced to a blackness But aside the thought, I can find the calm That's why we close our eyes to concentrate The cons debate, against the pros talking first degree Murder on the clock, they got time to kill I'm intricate to be up in it So I defend every minute, cons hoping for dimes to deal Perimeters occupied by a few chosen To take heed to the fact a few in here are posin' On the laws of lies, attracted to the warm like wool But don't let it get pulled over your eyes Oh, lord As I bob and weave between stars Learn and dream between Mars When words are weaved, pictures are painted Like Navajo Rugs or woven blankets As I bob and weave between stars Learn and dream between Mars When words are weaved, pictures are painted Like Navajo Rugs or woven blankets