Midnight guitar strumming, being one with the moon.nLaying down my lyrics, near a lovely lagoon,nWith a bucket of shrooms, and a staffy to pat.nMans best friend, yeah I'm happy with that.nI wanna be happy, I bet that we all do.nNinety percent think they'll never afford to.nWhat a shame what moneys done to the brain,nAny country any colour everyone's in it's range,nIt's like (uh), but I dodge the missiles,nSo duck down mother fuckers hip-hop's the issue.nI will not get played, like Hansel and Gretel,nDo it for the dollar, or dance with the devil,nYou know why, coz I know how to fight back,nAnd transform this mic. stand into a spike bat.nSo with a smile on my dial I write raps,nAnd hold down my ground till the empire strikes back,nIt's me, and imma tell you how I feel,nI'm the real, I'll be flying with or without a deal.nCan't tackle what you can't touch,nIt wont matter when you can't love.nSo imagine me at your window singing this song,nWith twenty eight thousand kids straight up singing along,nSo through basics eyes, I'll be blessing the beat.nWith a raw reputation like everly street, (yo) rest in peace.nnnI wont be put down, I wont be shackled.nI wont be held back, I wont be tackled.nI wont be locked up, I wont be thrown out.nNow that I know how to fly,nNow that I know how to fly.(yo)nnI wont be put down, I wont be shackled.nI wont be held back, I wont be tackled.nI wont be locked up, I wont be thrown out.nNow that I know how to fly,nNow that I know how to fly.nnOh yeah, uh huh, it goes like this check it out, yo.nnFrom the seas turn region I roam,nOn my tree trapeze, through the leaves I have flown,nIn stained glass skies, the evening unfolds,nStay sharp like a beak of the crow.nI just creep on the low, through my secret window,nFeel the niche and my mic. plugs a leak in the boat.nNever hit the mainstream in the creek where I row,nFeel the wind in the willows from the breeze when it,nWhen it's freezing below, when I'm deep in the snow,nOpened up my heart, brought heat to the cold.nAnd I, wont follow sheep like a clone in this rat race,nThey compete for the throne,nTreat freedom of speech like a breach of the code,nSo I unleash and stampede the beat with a flow.(oh lord)nAll I want is peace for the globe, yeah were so segregated,nIt's like each to their own,nTo my freaks and my peeps that I peep at the show,nImma keep this brief, can you reach in your soul,nFeel free with the seeds of the dreams that you grow,nTill they eat what they speak and you reap what you sow,nLeft this message, like I heard a beep on the phone,n( at night on a beach see my teepee aglow,nSend smoke signals from the weed that we blow,nHear the bigger picture like what the bleep do we know, you know)nnI wont be put down, I wont be shackled.nI wont be held back, I wont be tackled.nI wont be locked up, I wont be thrown out.nNow that I know how to fly,nNow that I know how to fly. (yo)nnI wont be put down, I wont be shackled.nI wont be held back, I wont be tackled.nI wont be locked up, I wont be thrown out.nNow that I know how to fly,nNow that I know how to fly.nncan every one just put one hand up in the air,nThis is dedicated to a very close friend of ours just passed away, justin.nThis is for you,nHe's watching us right now guys, a very close friend of mine,nMeant a lot to me, meant a lot to our music,nAnd so I want you guys to take note,nWhen DJ izm drops this beat, I want you to bob with us.nnFreaks and my peeps, peep at the show,nKeep this brief, reach in your soul, (x5)