Yeah, this is the truth Common Sense, wit Tony Touch It's the type of music we be From Chicago to New York I ain't move, I'm just movin' crowds baby Yo yo check it Supreme life, I seen light at the end of the path Beginning wit math, stumbled, found a gym in a half Cognac, pimps, Hennessey's resemble my dad Went to, the School of Hard Knocks, it's hard to remember the staff From the land of shit-talk Point stars and pitch forks, this ain't a game, only a bitch barks The streets is stayin hard, peoples tryin to out-think God Tradin crack for link cards Heavy, so I sleep hard and breathe eye accounts In this paper marathon, meditatin to tapes of Farrakhan And Seravon, sharin songs wit broads, I know they need it It's like I'm Eldrige Cleaver wit my mind set on cleavage Reachin for the heavens since the bliss fell from the elevated, I speak Wit Technics like a 1200 Black males wanted, the sign of the times Read: one for project prisons wanted dead I sped to the light, my realness bled through the mic Like Marvin, I'm willing to save the children givin lead to the night It was written but untold Some hold the scroll in the hearts, the truth is told in the arts Like old school to park, my thoughts connect No longer is it impeach the president or break to mic check I circumcised the clouds, wit thoughts that raise your third eyebrow 'Cause the sun is my child, bloaw Yeah it's Com Sense, Tony Touch Peace to my god NO ID, yeah why-Not, Dug Infinite, Sean Lett We just bringin it to why'all Chicago style to New York And we travellin all over the world, peace

Thank you for the time Like a razor kiss my wound Cut me to open I'm ready to use Bring the newer ending sense I need the comfort of a stranger Eighteen years all the wait Like a razor kiss my wound Thank you for the touch Like a razor kiss my wound Cut me to open

I'm starvin', darlin' Let me put my lips to something Let me wrap my teeth around the world Start carvin', darlin' I wanna smell the dinner cooking I wanna feel the edges start to burn Honey I, wanna race you to the table If you hesitate, the gettin' is gone I won't lie, if there's something to be gained There's money to be made, whatever's still to come Get some Pull up the ladder when the flood comes Throw enough rope until the legs have swung Seven new ways that you can eat your young Come and get some Skinning the children for a war drum Putting food on the table selling bombs and guns It's quicker and easier to eat your young You can't buy this fineness Let me see the heat get to you Let me watch the dressing start to peel It's a kindness, highness Crumbs enough for everyone Old and young are welcome to the meal Honey I'm, makin' sure the table's made We can celebrate, the good that we've done I won't lie, if there's something still to take There is ground to break, whatever's still to come Get some Pull up the ladder when the flood comes Throw enough rope until the legs have swung Seven new ways that you can eat your young Come and get some Skinning the children for a war drum Putting food on the table selling bombs and guns It's quicker and easier to eat your young