You stand there tellin’ me what I should do
as if you know who I is
blind to all the things I’ve been through
seen things that yo’ eyes are blind to
crunched down conflicts yo’ mouth can’t chew.
I done moved on long ago, while you stood still glued to yo’ livin’ room.
Ma’ home ain’t that republic on ma’ passport front; No! It’s a mental dome foreign grown & can’t be cloned. That lil’ fella’ you knew back in high school, he’s gone!
This product here is mentally brand new
consciously re-packed, spiritually re-done
I ain’t no tiny naive mole hill
recognize this here is a Sahara sand dune
& you no longer know me
so please approach me slowly.