[VERSE ONE- MC BREW]
I always work with my hands
But I'm not earning grands or received a grant
But still my speech it stamps
Writing as freely as I need be
Formed a trinity
Now we're all a nation groovin' to this
Mood of a melody
Rastas on safaris
The apartheid will never be seen
Well at least I hope not
A beast from the streets
Both dogs so we gotta show some loyalty over Poyo beats
Took a roll of the dice
Now we're the ones controlling mics
And you know that's it's tight
Not strictly focused on props, these civilians flow on the spot
Brewing up a potion, congruent with the notion
To represent Sioux City
Whose with the Midwest making commotion
So you can feel this like an earthquake that shakes from the oceans twelve
These final fantasies- I dove in
[VERSE TWO- THE TOP CIVILIAN]
No beans magical enough to reach the Heavens
So I plant my seed to save the ages from their penance
Menaces to society, 40s of malt liquor glory
Not the same story or perfect temperature type of porridge
Goldilocks prostituting to lions with dreadlocks
Waitin' for the dogs and dragon to sheep the flock
Take yourself to detox before we rock your socks off
Original knock-off, back to get my soul like Faust
Got props, charisma, handful of non-winning lottery tickets
So give me a cause so I can picket, or a scab so I can pick it
Late night visits from Gabrielle's angel- final fantasies
Calling me to finish the game. Not a casualty
A martyr. For the love of my daughter
Trying to be the best father even if the world falters
Be bright like the lightning, a life worth the writing
Sometimes pain's mistaked as joy and joy's mistaked as crying
[VERSE THREE]
[MC BREW]
A fantasy that's final
Enchants me like sitting all day listening to vinyl
Written on a tombstone
“Who's home? Who knows not?
Whoever knew of me?”
Sing not a eulogy, celebrate a life so fluently
To a ‘T'
But yet we have so far to go
So get up off that sofa
Go outside, play, seize the day like ya mama woulda told ya
At ease like the breeze, no loss of composure
[THE TOP CIVILIAN]
My final fantasy is Heaven, staring friends and family
They'd be rockin' a show. My band would be with me
Plus my lady and seeds. When I'm there, no need to breathe, I can be at peace
Away from a world to get lost in
Where freewill chooses sin most often
Before the coffin, let the Rastas know
I smoked and sang my way to God's Walkman
Keep on walkin', and I'll keep the flow
Stop your turning and tossing