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Satellite fried, I'm way too high
And all I know
Seems like I'm on my own
And so I phone home
Yeah

I'm back can't escape the wrath
In a rat race trying to chase the flag
Heard your new shit, no faith in that
Niggas swear they fly but they space cadets
I think a lot, you drink a lot
But we can sync with every beating heart
You watch the news, I feel lots of blues
All the cops is shooting, do I need to march?
I don't mean to flaunt
But look where I came from
Quick on the draw no paintguns
Couldn't get a job on the lakefront
My niggas getting robbed for their paystubs
Looking to the stars for a savior to
F*** school, why I gotta pay for the truth
How could you sell these lies to the youth
Where is the truth inside of you
Lie on top of lie and I do not apologize
If I defy the status quo
My (?) will slow decline
Niggas wanna kick it like 4th and 9
But I'm back in the office
Trying to unlearn all the trash shit that they taught us
You know, pull your pants up
Suit and tie shit
Back in my day, do what I did
But I don't listen
Everybody's scared and nobody's happy
Everybody's mumbling, nobody's rapping
Who can tell the truth (?)
Brains full of questions, nobody's asking
Imma hold you down
Chi city know I let the flow resound
Imma let the whole hood hold the crown
Imma let the whole hood hold the crown

Satellite fried, I'm way too high
And all I know
Seems like I'm on my own
And so I phone home
Yeah

I got a whole lot of weight on my shoulders
But got a whole lot of faith in my soldiers
Got a whole lot of hate for my culture
But don't wanna give a damn about the weight of your holster
Tell me what's a bullet to a soul
What's a gun to the image in the likeness of God
No vice in my heart, I am light in the stars
Reincarnated when the mic's in my palm
Resurrect Christ when I'm writing a song
And I stay fly without a pipe or a bong
I stay fly, you're a kite in a storm
Silly ass ni*** you knife in my palm
Knight in my armor, fight in my karma
Dope our crew bring light to the dark
Like vitelago this is for Chicago
Where you know the shit's right from the heart

Satellite fried, I'm way too high
And all I know
Seems like I'm on my own
And so I phone home
Yeah