Lyrics This World - Jaeti

Observe fly rides
UFOs
Whips that glide
Bullet holes in the side
Scarred faces
With long alibis
Characters cry
Assassinations of the most high
Suffer in the world
Until your ghost
Floats in the sky
Candy-coat that
Took the boat here
Can't take the boat back
Paid my admission as a slave
Superstition to the grave
Artist from the cave
Skywriting the ghetto with hieroglyphics
And sweat smells
Heavily in-scented
I walk to the rhythm of the wind
Without a corner to bend
The street bends me
Mold back
Through the elasticity of my personality
True endangered species
Black man take hold of gravity
In grave situations
I'm cursed with vocal clarity
In love with the art
The truth is trapped in tragedy
Tragically shown
The sins of men are like a cyclone
We're trapped in it
Round we go 'til we relax in it
Whether the facts are in it is unknown
I sit on my thoughts until they're full grown
And hatch from my subconscious barrier
Then I train my thoughts to fly
Letting wisdom be my air craft carrier
Mind boggling
Thoughts explode when my brain kit is fully loaded
Busting out like the Trojans
Incognito
I love this music like Stretch and Bobbito
Is this love?
Homeboy, what do we know?
Absolutely too much
Yet, a whole lot of nothin'
When percussion starts pumpin' how many people really sayin' somethin'
Not too many
I pray to God when Satan's in me
And bust a rhyme when I'm feeling empty

I'm caught up in this mind of mine
Let this world know I'm alive
I live
Live
My third eye lives to spy the same guy that watches me
I watch him
Type
Midnight
Blood
We live in the system but look inward to keep our distance

Mother Earth blessings
Annette taught me a valuable lesson
Avoid physical aggression
Mental battles and gun testin'
Success in vests turn blacks to running backs
Refuse chips in backs
Now Bill Gates wants his money back
Forged data
International money cleansing
Laundering from country to country
Children are hungry is the cover-up
Fraudulent like the American Red Cross
The eye is the media
Communicating to the lost
In systems of segregation
Teaching love of a nation
Symbolized by a flag with fifty five-point stars in a rectangular configuration
While TV stations mold the minds of men and women
And small children
Who succumb to slave religion
Propoganda
Dope heads is former Panthers
Blamed it on the alternative race
Is that the answer?
Some old 1939 ish
Highly refined microchips ain't your worst threat
But your identity's encoded in SS
SS Nazi
Social Security obviously it's unrelated
But peep the similarities and how it's orchestrated
To keep tabs
Purposes both good and bad
Irresponsible scientists in labs, playing god
Injecting death
Wiping the blood with a cotton swab
Life is a job
Spiritual blessings a reward
We live in the gutter
Kissing goodbye to family suppers
Concrete, metal and rubber
Taking the place of lumber
No phone number for weeks
Inadequate water and heat
In government funded projects
Surrounded by bumpy streets
In heat that seeps beneath your skin
It makes you week
No money for food and people wonder why I sleep
No feed to eat
I need bread, vegetables and meat
Spoiled off greens, corn bread, potatoes that's sweet
A carpenter like Jesus
Building beats in city streets
When the world rejects you
Death is the only retreat
On blemished feet
I'm struggling to make ends meet
Five o'clock in the morning
Clutching my sheets
Missing my niece
This world

I'm caught up in this mind of mine
Let this world know I'm alive
I live
Live
My third eye lives to spy the same guy that watches me
I watch him
Type
Midnight
Blood
We live in the system but look inward to keep our distance