Should i worry, what i say upon da page
slaving for a wage, like animals in a cage
the worlds asleep should i dare wake it up
or play the shadows, pretend to make a buck
or give a fuck, seeing all this shit aint really real
many potential futures, while my past remains sealed
if i focus then the path'll be revealed,
a heroes journey, a warriors quest
all i got is my soul, that buddha done blessed
energy is coming through from my chest
i'm not hard to find cuz im shining like light
rhyme on mics right, hear a line and take flight
no time make nice, I grind and cake twice
double flips, trip off bubble rips, jelly too
while i kill it off the top, up in henry's boothe
loud pack, make way for the smelly crew
kush in jars, blazin kush for these bars
fryin my mind nigga, cooked like some lard
channel frequencies as i space jump to mars
with barry sotero travel amongst the stars,
its not accidental, tha we met at occidental
two above average cats, soaring with potential
2nd tour presidential, basement residential
still raw with a number 2 pencil,
we're rugged like mountain men
keep it flowing like a fountain pen,
on my grind nigga, dont be doubtin them
what would i be, without my friends,
living large countin ends,
endless amounts to spend

Barry Soetoro, we're so esotero. x 4

shpuld i worry should i ever be concerned
bedos being burned, n tables r bein turned
a learned man, so your ways are being learned
sender no return, let's move today and earn
hustle, and bustle, stack chips on my ruffles
money flips, and they act like love you
let me tac ya bubble, been in it, its struggle
this OG hits, it got me floating like the hubble
double, beast it, with no trouble, a dap and a hug too
if your on my level.... angels and devils,
from angles watch em get you--
da vinci's code, that i done read too
we see demons steady schemin,
breathin down my neck, hauting me while i'm dreamin
wake up smoke a spliff, and jah shows me reason
ifeelin holy as can be, potent is my tree,
so open when i chief---
I free-- such spoken disbelief--
my speech is movin thru ya breach
a true con-- tuning moods as he speaks--
who takes whats in reach
the past must be brief, hash got me feelin free
no shackles on my feet, no masters to be seek
a ((free man)), who travels to ((see lands)),
back where i ((began)), right by the ((sea sand))....
laughing while i gaze, at the crashin of da waves
chicken and fish in the back is gettin braised