Who knows

Who knows

Who knows where we're going

Who knows where we're going

1800 miles and running, El Paso to North Cackalack

And oh yes, I came back

I took cars, planes, trains, and horseback

Satan, get out of my way, or feel the force, Jack

Got plans bigger than the forehead of Eric Hall

I'm all about progress, Homie I never stall

On my quest, like the Tribe Called

Like Jamaal and Ali Shaheed Mohammed, R.I.P. Phife Dawg

I only die for God

Good, Good God, Good God

So who want to br-brawl

With yes, yes y'all

It's blessed Bess in the flesh

I'm fresh dressed to impress

I'm spiritual and emotional, I get easily upset

I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death

So when I die, is when I rest

Don't give me three breaths

And don't compress on my chest

They say Jon you the best

Nah, I'm just Bessellieu

Fingertips still got sin residue

Who knows (It's not my intention)

Who knows (I'm not exempt from sinning)

Who knows where we're going (It's just a part of living)

Who knows where we're going (It's just a part of living)

Yeah

Who knows

Who knows

Who knows where we're going

Who knows where we're going

Guess, I'm a hypocrite for that

Last time I looked in the mirror

I still had my father's resemblance

'Cause I was made in God's image

I'm feeling like my battles are never finished

Feel like I live my life at the line of scrimmage

When that ball is snapped

See, this ain't all rap, here's a small fact

I had to fall back from Hallback

Whatever the issue was, we couldn't resolve that

And I just lay low, but I don't crawl, Jack

So, therefore, I don't crawl back

I just pray my brother don't fall flat

But when my name is back in his mouth

It's so hard not to relapse

I'm from North Cackalack

You can see tar in my tracks

I was raised to praise Jesus

Brawl, fellowship, slap

Worship, stab, pay tithes

Kick, punch, bag crack

With my dad, fight back, shoot, jab, pray, attack

What you call that

Guess, I'm a confused little dude

But you can call me a hypocrite for that

'Cause I don't care, Hey

Who knows (It's not my intention)

Who knows (I'm not exempt from sinning)

Who knows where we're going (It's just a part of living)

Who knows where we're going (It's just a part of living)

Yeah

Who knows (Yeah)

Who knows (Guess I'm a hypocrite for that, man, listen)

Who knows where we're going

Who knows where we're going

Look, I love my brothers to death (I love my brothers to death)

So, in a brawl

I would give up my last breath

I take that bullet like Jamal

For my, I take a fall

I bounce back up like a basketball in the basket

See, I was All-Pro, but with, I am All-Madden

Grow up in the dark, like Carlsbad Caverns

God strengthened me, like Tony Atlas

I've done traveled the Atlas

Proud of my blackness

Unlike Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson

They some fake activists

Boy, they never proactive

Only march after something happen

What's the point?

When my young brother already laying in a casket

Talking Black Lives Matter

But it's only after something tragic

Man, I'm about to blow a gasket

Man, I'm about to blow a gasket

Man, I'm about to blow a gasket (We all make decisions)

That compromise

Man

Who knows

Who knows

Who knows where we're going

Who knows where we're going

Who knows

Who knows

Who knows where we're going

Who knows where we're going

Guess, I'm a hypocrite for that

Guess, I'm a hypocrite for that

Guess, I'm a hypocrite for that

Guess, I'm a hypocrite for that

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