paroles de chanson Gram 4 Gram Pound 4 Pound - 3RD3Y3

This is why I prefer
To keep business kosher
And tie-up them
Loose ends as
Much as possible

Nothing
Is ever perfect
But alas
Nuh Fears
Cause
Even if it seems
Insignificant or
Mundane

Every single action
Every single thing
Is accounted for
In the universe
Just remember
Every single Gram
Every pound of flesh
Every grain
Remains in the hang

Every single Gram
Every pound of flesh
Blue Corn Grain
Laces White hot shells
Grazed Red blood stains
Forever Remains
In the hang
Of a delicate balance

Yuh see
It was just
Another day
Casually
Pick it Up
Chop it Up
Chop it up
Picking up vibes
On another strange
Odyssey
Honestly
Monstrosity
Too harmonic
& Breathe-in
This waft of vapor...
Packing 'grass'
Cramped into
Last pages paper

Reminisce on...
Reminiscent of
In Epic return
Of the
HomeTown Hero
It was in this
Big Rusty
GI Army FootLocker
Sitting back
At a childhood
Friend's one day

Big GrandPops
Served proudly
World War II
Out of curiosity
Pull up the lid
Look to peer inside &
See an Ol' razor blade
Embedded in the
Corner's dark
Cotton lining
Stainless Steel ...
Without a days rust
Like a set of dogtags
Pick up to see
What's inscribed
Made in the U.S.A

Meditations
Into the nature of War
& Its Ancient Origins...
Revolutions & Revelations
Reparations
Thinking pon
Communal camps
Amassed ghetto
Concentrations
Enforced by
Militant martial
Foreign
Occupations
Yet Native as
Local Domestic
Refugee
Reservations
All subtle to
Brutal forms of
Socially
Incarcerated
Scarred Hearts
Hands & Faces

Lil grandmoms
Resting in patience
Levels of hope
Aspirations
Peak elevations
In expectations...
Awaiting their
Sons arrival
Coming back home
After a hard days work
On the plantation
For the
Medi-meditation

Back in dem days
5 clandestine families
Planned a nation
With a
Palette of sensations
Contradicts the
Condemnation
While capitalizing
On the marketization
Liberty & freedom
Usage self-administered
Personal application
Capo-Chiefs Ultimately Mastering
Balance of plantations
For the
Medi-meditation

Every single Gram
Every pound of flesh
Blue Corn Grain
Laces White hot shells
Grazed Red blood stains
Forever Remains
In the hang
Of a delicate balance