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Great Rising to all of my real ones Wake up in the morning and I'm raising my chi up Growing out my locs, looking like Black Jesus Do it for my people especially my Negus Great Rising to all of my real ones Wake up in the morning and I'm raising my chi up Growing out my locs, looking like Black Jesus Do it for my people especially my Negus I've risen again so doubters time to forfeit Any thought you had won't be born like an abortion Your talk is like a roach, I gotta squash it My vision will manifest nothing ya do can stop it Condensed in an architect and a builders spirit Plan the work and work the plan that's metaphysics Brick by brick I've been building my own business Now you want a peace bitch mind ya own business I grateful to be young black and gifted Must thank the Higher Power hey can I get a witness Nothing can take away the power of my existence Chocolate skin tone with a God like encryption Like Bob Marley I make heads Bob with natural mystic Magic from notepads filled with hieroglyphics My passion is my purpose can't help but love my mission A third eye visionary I'm a die legendary Great Rising to all of my real ones Wake up in the morning and I'm raising my chi up Growing out my locs, looking like Black Jesus Do it for my people especially my Negus Great Rising to all of my real ones Wake up in the morning and I'm raising my chi up Growing out my locs, looking like Black Jesus Do it for my people especially my Negus Can't erase the past, release when I fast Used to skip class, now I study today's math Why fall in line just to fall in some pipeline So many lies used to control the young minds With skin just like mine Now is the time to awaken the Divine That sleeps deep inside like Ra we shall rise Peace to the crucified Too many lost lives, that1 have been sacrificed Wonder why Drugs and guns are commercialized The tv and the radio still glamorize Both could have you locked up or losing whole life But they promote to the youth like it's alright What kind of society has this come to be Will speaking on it have them come for me If I die on the crosshairs I won't be immaculate But if Christ was shot by a cop how would you react to it Great Rising to all of my real ones Wake up in the morning and I'm raising my chi up Growing out my locs, looking like Black Jesus Do it for my people especially my Negus Great Rising to all of my real ones Wake up in the morning and I'm raising my chi up Growing out my locs, looking like Black Jesus Do it for my people especially my Negus
Writer(s): Michael Jones Ii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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