Black CNN
Without the television
You are now tuned in
Good Medicine
I just want to bump this, right
Eat some steamed rice and enjoy my life
Smothered with black beans
It's a comfort thing
For a have-not to keep on functioning
Still hungry
But taste the coffee and it settles
I can't let go
See my home in every ghetto
As children play while the gunshots echo
And mothers pray but it don't stop ever, no
We Boogie Down like Edutainment and stay Brown
You see the crowd and wonder what is he talking about
We rock shows mostly white folks come out
So now I spit true for the few with a darker hue
That know what I've been through
Because I am them too
Whatever I'm in to, it gets too deep to sleep
Most nights I write to get by
And attack all these demons in our lives
Yeah, and for the rest of my days
I'm a find peace of mind by never running away
Yeah, and for the rest of my days
I will value and cherish and love your face
And for the rest of my days
I'm a treat Mother Earth as a sacred space
Yeah, and for the rest of my days
I'm a wake up feel the sun rays and give thanks
Good Medicine
Ghetto genius
Hood Edisons
Better speak as the Good represent
Mostly them Southern residents
While some approach me like I want death against other sides
Brother I will be brief
This beef was constructed by police
To see we under white sheets
And between chalk outlines
And I don't follow no trend that didn't fall out my own mind
And so I say no
Why should I want my people to die young
Before they lives really begun
Because they ain't from the same side of town that I'm from
That sounds bugged to me
And all my cousins got the same blood as me
Why let turf get in the way of what I want to be
And that's free
Of the chains I accepted as a youth
Brain's skeptic when I rejected the truth
Now check it
You can feel me or kill me
Love me or hate me
But what you can't ever do is break me
For the rest of my days
I'm gonna fight the youths ride to the grave
Yeah, for the rest of my days
I'm a rep where we're going, not just where we stay
Yeah, and for the rest of my days
I'm a challenge us to find beauty in our own face
Yeah, and for the rest of my days
Good Life, Ab Creole, Good Medicine man