Lyrics Head High - Mr. Lif

Head High

Verse 1
So I sit back, relax, pack a bowl / Imagine if I made the honor role / hop in
if you wanna roll / hurry cause I’ve gotta go / jet setter with a vendetta /
not many men better than the trend setter / send weather through your town /
knockin out your pseudo sound / pound through your ground / cause tremors /
dilemmas for antennas and tenor sax players call me Amadeus / They say Decaye,
please paint a picture to portray us / so I think vividly / open up a portal
to infinity / vision a tank / then with my infantry / roam through a mine field
with thoughts my mind yields / the government has offered, yet my men have
denied shields / so we run in brazen / guns blazin' / dazing opposition with
precision, now we’re on a mission / listen, hear that fuse hissin',
now your leg is missing / blood will glisten, then your soul will seep int the
solar system / Damn, I started feeling ragged and low, but I could summon up
the energy with some of that Dro / Break me off a leaf and I become the chief /
I need the relief / this world’ll never leave me at peace / the beast works in
many ways / many days’ll pass / he blurs my vision when I stare at my path /
but yo let me chill God / I could rhyme for days on this beat / Lemme retreat /
and smoke a little sticky green leaf
Chorus
Belief in this plane doesn’t seem sane / I strain / trying to unlock my brain /
My soul / seeks a greater knowledge and so / I analyze the globe,
and watch the story unfold
Living on this plane doesn’t seem sane / I strain trying to unlock my brain /
My soul / seeks a greater knowledge and so / I analyze the globe,
and watch the story unfold
Verse 2
Man I just sit back and get real blazed / start analyzing God’s most mysterious
ways / from tribesmen to civilized men / to victimized when enslaved to live
the ways of colonized men / Emancipation onto Nancy Reagan / to Michael Irving
catching passes from Aikman / money don’t make men / but many look past / who
they see in the glass / to live the ways of modern day and spiritually fast / I
was living too fast / had to slow down / create my own sound / inspiration
leaking through my dome now / so foul watching Jeremiah spit fire / knowing it
reflects on Obama / Mo' drama / That petty Black shit / televised and enacted /
the perfect trap t turn the «Change» campaign backward / it hurts that even our
most prestigious leaders cannot shun what those centuries of hatred have done /
That old crabs in a barrel makes our chances none or narrow, to have our race
perceived with the graces of a pharoa / It hurts me to the marrow when I drive
through the ghetto / and see my peoples caught up in a life that won’t let go /
And what’s weird is / few of them will hear this / melody I’m pouring from my
soul so fearless / but chill God, I could rhyme for days on this beat / Lemme
retreat, and smoke a little stick green leaf
Chorus
Belief in this plane doesn’t seem sane / I strain / trying to unlock my brain /
My soul / seeks a greater knowledge and so / I analyze the globe,
and watch the story unfold
Living on this plane doesn’t seem sane / I strain trying to unlock my brain /
My soul / seeks a greater knowledge and so / I analyze the globe,
and watch the story unfold