Flow - Zion I, The Grouch

Flooooow

Floooooooow

Flooooow

Flooooooooow

Straight for a country man, I got to get through to you

Mixed with I do with Zion I, Is special and you knew it, too

Time free your mind, expansion and we on the grind

answering the question to, where the hell am I gonna find

Bliss

My soul’s music is timeless

keep it close to your heart

it’s art at its finest

A pint is not enough

liquid courage to go around

so when i draw from the universe

I put it into this sound

Would’ve been lost, but found myself in the process

of getting up over and over and dealing with gods tests

You best to believe my quest to relieve

Pain it still remains

but frame by frame we make the sickest scene

the most equipped of teams

tower with tall torches

only the weak hearted wilt like cowards with no voices

of course the choice is yours

pick the lock to open doors

get the crop to go for more and

where ever the wind blows

me and my trusty pen go

and at the drop of a ten cent coin, I let my men know

get past the windows, the walls, and the fences

let down your guards and come to your senses

let it flow

Flooooow

I sit back relax and vocalize my free

Dumb cause some tell of emotion lacks inside of me

I play the lottery of life

You on the rule-a-roulette (?)

pullin a card, but it’s hard not to sweat

Place your bets

you ain’t a gambler?

well (?) I’mma handle ya low

I got some tools for the small to grow

a A-O

Now let it flow

Ill bring it lower than the code in my ebony soul

turn into diamonds cause i’m dyin to know

what is the process, we droppin this

genesis, appocolypse the opposites

Can’t have light with out the darkness

I’m Sparticus, Posiedon, (?), and Orion,

I’m before yesterday

and tomorrow, I’m magnifying the…

lost hope

the ones we were scared of

the child in the big green field who wants a hug

I’m a natural, black classical thoughts generate

pressure build, always cut the skill with some heat

and my vertigo

halo

sometimes you shouldn’t say no

we clean out the stuck to see you spit the drain-o

now lets go

and that’s fo sho

I’ve seen sideways days, with a slight grey haze

when the right ways, they don’t pay

but they build personality and character

origionality will carry ya, like a chariot in area

while others stare and laugh, me I’m just preparing that

passion pent to the point, where one can only dare to act

natural in my pressence, cause were all of the earths essense

bring it out from the root, sing it out like some true feelings

uninhibited from the ceiling to the floor

and beyond what man’s made, cause I stand for so much more

And I plan for that though, but can’t demand for that, so

when i don’t know, I let the wind blow

I spend my days in limo, where the sun is a temple

and we all walk around laughing, indo (?)

It’s like a maze, what I been through, though it all seems so simple

hind sights 20−20, yet it’s hard to continue

in the now, when the style ain’t really versitile,

and you get caught up lookin out the window

I mean don’t be watchin me when you got someplace to be

suck a nipple, blink, your old grey and crippled

so let it flow