Cycles (feat. Preach the Poet)

If I could let you know how I feel
Would it even matter
Would it really change the way I see what's right in front of me
Would it really change the way I see what's right in front of me

Or am I standing in illusion
While you feeding me confusion
Steady fighting for the truth
When you and I know what's the use
These silly cycles, these fucking loops
Would it really change the way I see what's right in front of me
Would it even matter
Cause I been (Yeah, yeah)

I been runnin and runnin
I been going in circles
I been searching and runnin
I been runnin and runnin
I been going in circles
I been searching and runnin
I been runnin and runnin
I been going in circles
I been searching and runnin
I been runnin and runnin
I been going in circles
I been searching and runnin

Now If I would've let you in to what's real
Would it even matter
Would it really change the way I see what's right in front of me
Would it really change the way I see what's right in front of me yeah yeah

Cause if I'm holding onto you
I might just fade into the blue
One sided love and lust, it's true
Cause what's potential with no proof
These silly cycles, these fucking rules
You don't really change the way I see what's right in front of me
It don't even matter
Cause I been

I been runnin and runnin
I been going in circles
I been searching and runnin
I been runnin and runnin
I been going in circles
I been searching and runnin

To the magical Ms.Morrison
Blessed be the Bruja who rolls her backwoods with lavender
Who lay herbs at the alter for her ancestor
Blessed be the little boy and girl who both dance to black Orpheus
I dreamed of an island like inkwell where we were close enough
To walk to the gates of Zion and be free
And swim to Atlantis because that's where all of our elders went to stay
With every library they had a vending machine
With blunts, spliffs, and hash rolled perfectly outside
Where we can twerk and remain wholesome
Where we can sing and remain wholesome
Where we can be our own negroes and remain wholesome
My negro can stand inside of any Dallas restaurant on top of the couch beating out
Body, ody, ody against the wall and still remain wholesome
My negro can sing the intro to Fresh Prince inside of any liquor store aisle
And still remain wholesome
My negro can Kodak bop in any church pew
And craft the same picture of God like any prophet
And still remain wholesome
My negro
Preach