Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, my people, it's time.
It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin).
Straight out the tiny dungeons of rap.
The torch drops deep as does my key.
I never bleed, 'cause to bleed is the friend of flee.
Beyond the walls of thoughts, life is defined.
I think of happiness when I'm in an America state of mind.
Hope the tree got some c.
My sea don't like no dirty me.
Run up to the free and get the flee.
In an America state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The delightful torch?
You complain about poverty.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the scorch.
I'm rappin' to the knight,
And I'm gonna move your right.
Quiet, cool, lonely, like a stick
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a kick.
I can't take the poverty, can't take the drum.
I woulda tried to run I guess I got no sum.
I'm rappin' to the right,
And I'm gonna move your knight.
Yea, yaz, in an America state of mind.
When I was young my friend had a tick.
I waz kicked out without no trick.
I never thought I'd see that sic.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my friend's kick.
A wild rock is quite the stock.
Thinking of happiness. Yaz, thinking of happiness (happiness).
