I'm flyin' high, in the friendly sky
 without ever leaving the ground, yeah yeah
 Rest of the folks are tired and weary
 And have laid their bodies down

 (Talib Kweli)
 We lyrically rich, livin, spiritually fit
 Eating healthy, coming clean never filthy
 In God's eyes I'm wealthy
 Felt the power as I entered the palace of 7 lights
 Time traveled participatin on battles my brethren fight
 For birth rights that they already got, and shouldn't have to get
 Break down the steady plot that's accurate
 Bust the shots that's immaculate
 Take it to your nugget cause my beloved covet they freedom
 Believe it put nothing above it love it or leave it
 We blessed with free will so we choose to be ill
 Like sharks keepin it movin we could never be still
 Swim in the channels of life
 The orators of rhyme handling mics
 Tiptoeing through the corridors of your mind with candlelights
 Everlasting in your hood like liquor stores and check cashin
 Niggaz flashing (?----) classes sippin thug passion blastin
 Makaveli 4, I bet on brothers with nothing to live for
 To give more to the struggle, they already at war

 (Chorus)
 So much on my mind I just can't recline
 Blastin holes til the night bled sunshine
 Breathe in...
 Breathe out,
 Heard the bass ride out like an ancient (mating call)
 I can't take it, I can feel the city breathing

 (Mos Def)
 Yo,
 I pushed my pen and wrote this scribe
 Like the morning wouldn't find me alive
 I'm surrounded on all sides
 By the kind and the cool, wise men and the fool
 Young guns attending school, ghetto classes include:
 Get yours, get it right
 Get down, get paid, get ass, get around
 Get on, get fly, get jig and get high
 Live to get and you'll only end up getting by
 When the nighttime covers the city like a cloak
 I approach and assemble my hopes, into notes
 Hard to sleep in the city that don't
 Cause it won't let you rest, noises on your doorstep
 'Nuff distress
 Police department, raid the park bench on nonsense
 Cause they fear to see the brothers conference
 Regardless, we bond tight and we rumble all day to break night
 Daylight, wifey riffin' to death - "you ain't right"
 The same fight about my late night habits is mad static
 But the city's so alive that I just got to have it
 The planet of Brook-LAWN is what I look on
 Ghetto chef rock your vest when you gettin your cook on
 Dedicating this song to Scott LaRock, B.I.G. and 'Pac
 Kwame Ture, Betty Carter and John Henrik CLark
 Ron Brown, and freedom fighters going down
 You set the pace, now we finish the race
 It's on now

 (Chorus)
 So much on my mind I just can't recline
 Blasting holes til the night bled sunshine
 Breathe in...
 Breathe out,
 Heard the bass ride out like an ancient (mating call)
 I can't take it, I can feel the city breathing

 (Black Thought)
 Yo, Yo
 I'm from the year-round shootouts to summertime cookout
 The wintertime grind with the shorties on the lookout
 A chosen few know the rule, the rest threw the book out
 The law stay on crews, thirsty with they hook out
 That old-school bang out,
 Money that pulled the thang out
 They bit him and hit him with a few, he just came out
 With the sharks that travel all parts within the same route
 Narrow walls closin in, cutthroat to exit at the opening
 Wrong place, you wasn't where you were supposed to been
 You back around the end, heavy wasteline again
 With them same suspect cats that waste time again
 Ya'll need to wake the fuck up, and peep the monument in your face
 Cuz ain't no time to waste not a minute
 I seen my cousin (?----) said "Peace, yo where you been at?"
 He said "the final frontier 'Riq, I'm up in that,
 and it's the time to watch the place your foe and where your friend at,
 Cuz where I rotate ain't nothin to grin at, I been at
 the fork in the crossroads, the outer limit,
 See you can stand tall or crawl and act timid"
 The Black Thought with the Black Star, infinite

 (Chorus and ad libs to fade)