Gol'dust - Common Market

Y’all know the prophecy, it’s biblical;

«from hill to hill»

In between Beacon and Capitol I travel at will

Atop the mount of Crown, send down the edict for the Sea to achieve peace

The townspeople read it and weep

We meet in the streets, a foray of glory and hype

Recitin' stories and arias of warrior types

An army of light — recreate the Normandy site

Deploy, you appreciate the enormity, right?

This battle hymn of the republic will knock for all my soldiers

The block, that’s where we focus and plot to overthrow this

Echelon, send a message to stop takin' our vote

This has got to be a joke, ‘cause it’s not what we were told

Is in the promissory note of the draft the forefathers had crafted

Your fathers aint mine, boy — I’m a bastard

I grasp a four-fifth in my palm, I got the right to bear arms

Y’all keep pushin' me back, I’m ‘bout to blast it

The creed is captured in the prose, my flow’s ominous

And obviously the reason we rose to prominence

We’re documenting history here, the end’s near

The pen, bomb and grenade;

the promenade of sincere

My folks rush to grab it and mash at full thrust

The first to have status and pull and hold a flush

For control they go nuts, yo — we’re rollin' back to Cali

Revivin' the rush for the gold dust

CHORUS 1:

Yo we crush the precious metal to dust for distribution

All you gotta do is breathe to receive the restitution

Under pressure we become both gems and grown men

It’s like a jungle sometimes — wonder why I was thrown in

When my instincts seem to do more harm than good

It’s difficult to defend against steel armed with wood

Maybe I was never meant to be a champion

I’m standin' downstream pannin' for ambition to hand in

Necessity was the mother of the invention of my character

The neighborhood good Samaritan holdin' a Derringer

And darin' you to thwart my path or try stoppin'

The establishment of armistice, this is the dichotomy

I gotta see the reconciliation take place

My offering for the intercession is burnt sage and a Smith & Wesson

I’m guessin' God really needs neither

But I must if I’m entrusted as my brother’s keeper

The challenge is discerning fam from adversaries

They move in similar fashion — a real man carries a

Heavier load;

shoulders and back bowed

The observation is in the simple conversation you hold

Now look me in the eye and tell me I’m not worthy of favor

The crop would never pay you if not for all our labor

We’re the spine, twisted to sign dots along the waiver

It’s hot where you gon' stay, I pray God will be your savior

When the fires of propitiation reach the plantation

Thirty lashes in the dirty ashes layin' the abatement

I’m afraid of laughing, ‘cause shortly after I’ll be facin' the wrath

I ask for mercy though I’m purposely impassioned

And I’m certain the infraction’s a forgivable offense

When the true lord of this land would never quibble over rent

Wealth proffiteth no man in his last days

These flames will show you what you’re made of… dust

CHORUS 2:

Yo the dust I was born from is this type, this insight is

Helping me to get right, and I need assistance at times

Be the admission disguised behind a pseudonym

I hope to find truth in him before these guys do him in

And what’s a legacy worth next to mined metal, yo

Measure me first — depression, it’s better we work

For change, not for pennies, if anything the commodity traded is us

For flakes of gold dust.