Head High

[Verse One]
So I sit back, relax, pack a bowl
Imagine if I made the honor role
Hop in if you wanna roll
Hurry cause I've gotta go
Jet setter with a vendetta
Not many men better than the trend setter
Send weather through your town
Knockin out your pseudo sound
Pound through your ground
Cause tremors
Dilemmas for antennas and tenor sax players call me Amadeus
They say Decaye, please paint a picture to portray us
So I think vividly
Open up a portal to infinity
Vision a tank
Then with my infantry
Roam through a mine field with thoughts my mind yields
The government has offered, yet my men have denied shields
So we run in brazen
Guns blazin'
Dazing opposition with precision, now we're on a mission
Listen, hear that fuse hissin', now your leg is missing
Blood will glisten, then your soul will seep int the solar system
Damn, I started feeling ragged and low, but I could summon up the energy with some of that Dro
Break me off a leaf and I become the chief
I need the relief
This world'll never leave me at peace
The beast works in many ways
Many days'll pass
He blurs my vision when I stare at my path
But yo let me chill God
I could rhyme for days on this beat
Lemme retreat
And smoke a little sticky green leaf

[Hook]
Belief in this plane doesn't seem sane
I strain, trying to unlock my brain
My soul, seeks a greater knowledge and so
I analyze the globe, and watch the story unfold
Living on this plane doesn't seem sane
I strain trying to unlock my brain
My soul, seeks a greater knowledge and so
I analyze the globe, and watch the story unfold

[Verse Two]
Man I just sit back and get real blazed
Start analyzing God's most mysterious ways
From tribesmen to civilized men
To victimized when enslaved to live the ways of colonized men
Emancipation onto Nancy Reagan
To Michael Irving catching passes from Aikman
Money don't make men
But many look past
Who they see in the glass
To live the ways of modern day and spiritually fast
I was living too fast
Had to slow down
Create my own sound
Inspiration leaking through my dome now
So foul watching Jeremiah spit fire
Knowing it reflects on Obama
Mo' drama
That petty Black shit
Televised and enacted
The perfect trap t turn the "Change" campaign backward
It hurts that even our most prestigious leaders cannot shun what those centuries of hatred have done
That old crabs in a barrel makes our chances none or narrow, to have our race perceived with the graces of a pharoa
It hurts me to the marrow when I drive through the ghetto
And see my peoples caught up in a life that won't let go
And what's weird is
Few of them will hear this
Melody I'm pouring from my soul so fearless
But chill God, I could rhyme for days on this beat
Lemme retreat, and smoke a little stick green leaf

[Hook]