The rhythm and the beat is secondary
What has made gospel live is the message
That the rhythm and the beat carry

It's been soured if you heard it through the grapevine
AK8 displayed, traded K-9
Handed nothing, had to take mine
Back in the trap, getting snared is the bass line
In a lesson, question is a great sign
Mate was a late find, too much at stake to stay kind
Thought I had to settle 'tween federal and state time
Not blessed with pulls, suppressed my luck
Tenth good-influenced, the rest corrupt
All these dope concerns stressed the buck
True wounds, I dressed it up (mm)
Multiplying dollars had a quicker timetable
Things we was trying: Fatal
Body not weak if the mind able
For a while, laws had to find stable
Greed feed evil content and divine label
Mom's said my grave's almost my cradle (mm)

We might be equal, but we not the same
To absorb loss, there's a lot to gain

With pens, I'm pensive, don't pretend I'm pretentious
See we need bridges, we can build defenses
On this plane, more enemies than friendships
Empty empire without my empress
Make a sense of it in every sentence
After boy helped voyage, not adventrous
Cold times, was no one's apprentice
Is it patience or time wasting?
I'm truthful, all they used to is libation
Dark at the start line, mind racing
Few great moves since the migration

We might be equal, but we not the same
To absorb loss, there's a lot to gain
We might be equal, but we not the same
Where you spot less, despot to blame
(Despot to blame)
(We might be equal, but we not the same)