Slow Cure - Common Market

Salute my company, the sum of these heads suggests

Proof I can’t compete with he who judges me best

Stumble in boots;

steep and too many steps — plod and postulate

With wonder — what these people gonna do to me next?

I guess a penchant for the condescension comes from my mother’s kin

Farm folk is different, sun form a tougher skin

Then and now, meld with the elders, help to vent it out

It’s wicked how they never showed emotion ever when in doubt

Send me that, from the spot you’ve been in since Jimmy passed

Empty past, wind blow, you know how McKinney’s act

Probably I should have tried to acknowledge you properly

And called her Roberts, ‘cause yo my daughter got the quality

Of Rosalita, she arose a leader out the fire

Spark of light, type matriarch — prize of the prior

I avow to pass her this I gathered listenin' to you

Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew

Tribal wisdom held the essence of the bible in him

Tough times pressin' found him fit to find religion

Easin' pain through the study of the struggle they done came through

Misery enchained, it’s like he in Canaan the same, too

News ran accounts of who you blamed, too — I felt that

Posed in that position more than once, hell held back

Who’s to say you threw it all away?

They aint never faced the 8-guage prayin' the maker take you today

Heredity meted the faith and fate both

Afraid to stray or wander, now may the former stay close, ‘sposed to Obey the code, it’s no simple task, men will ask

Why you assimilate and denigrate, I dwindle fast

Smoke signal kindled, blast back — found middle ground

Balance act, pact challenge me: do my contingent proud

Now and for everything a motto rings true

Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew

CHORUS:

Now this goes out to all area cliques

Centralized to West side of the bridge

Know your loyalty to district, as important as it is

Comes second to the town;

how’d this division exist

Now this goes out to all area cliques

Fellas, fam and folk controllin' dos-o-six

Goin' for dolo, recall in all the things y’all do Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew

The town’s idle chatter be a vital matter for discussion

Some are good for nothin' but disruption of the

Momentum, though minimal it still slows growth

Potentially killin' the rhythm, softly pillows spoke

Alleged bed fellows we are?

Because of y’all’s hang up’s?

Dead the jealousy and step your PR game up As if I never offered even dialog, called a dozen

Meetings at the Beacon branch — people can’t speak

In retrospect I hold regret over the whole

Separation and representation of sets, bet I’m

Dedicated to my record label, pledge stated ages back

A few viewed the move as exclusive, my dude I hated that

Aint nothin' changed, got a name plus a sharper aim

Market share, the common denominator remain

To the Line and to the thine own self, try to be true

Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew

CHORUS:

Now this goes out to all area cliques

Centralized to West side of the bridge

Know your loyalty to district, as important as it is

Comes second to the town;

how’d this division exist

Now this goes out to all area cliques

Fellas, fam and folk controllin' dos-o-six

Goin' for dolo, recall in all the things y’all do Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew