Something To Believe In-Fashawn/Nas/Aloe Blacc

Guess I'm at a crossroads lost hope and I lost quotes My heart smokes for the fire that ya'll done provoked For the disbelievers guess the game was missing the leader Now they kissin' my sneakers lipstick on my Adidas Word to the reverend I'm runnin' this s**t like Russell Simmons the game is the scrimmage I'm just strechin' my muscles These blasphemous bastards done acid Hazardous had to just smash on they a*s With this classic s**t Fash Gave 'em the biz Ya ain't even gotta ask if he do it till the casket dip Believe it or not legacy mean a lot Fiendin' to reach for the top ya'll dreamin' that I drop Down high break free from they Glocks Make prisoners out in Rikers Island think outside the box This couldn't have been predicted by the Mayans Wrestlin' with religion and science Give me somethin' somethin' to believe in Cause I'm lookin' for somethin' somethin' to believe in Money getter until I'm a one percenter Business is warfare f**k you n***as Edgar Hoover said stop the rise of a black messiah The judge said charge teens as adults turn them to lifers Us holy brush waves slowly tusk of ivory beside me Thus no slave told me don't try me We enterin' the age of Aquarius Where Ukrainian armies and US National Guard tensions flarin' up So unforgivin' the universe when you don't listen It's all written that soul quenchin' gold you're missin' Careful an ending in the destructive penal system Where you're wild bark and your growls turn to meows and hissin' I'm torn between religions my necklaces represent Many centuries of theories we all respect But bare in mind I'm just tryna see and hear the signs At the terrible mind lion screams got my stripes with a nine They from front street make believe block Got an attitude avenue liars lane Your life ain't compatible not to mine you insane You belong in the liar society You not as fly as me The only music head that never slept with Superhead Although I heard she suck like state troopers and feds Is off the hook tonight If I don't bag Halle I take a look alike Last night we left the club with bottles my future bright Born in the Mississippi summer White cotton gold corn black hunger What a brother gotta do to earn a meal Emancipation proclaimed still turnin' the field