You think your original, you aint original You a program to be used, you're a slave and you don't even know it The shit you think of aint even your thoughts, lets step out the box for a minute
(Verse One) Yo, how do we know if God exists How do we know what's positive Are you the definition of an angel or the opposite If you lost your wallet and I found it, I would not commit to stealing it But if the tables turned then you would pocket it See I've been me for so long but I still don't know who Hopsin is How come Im the one my teachers used to have a problem with I showed my music to different labels, they aint to fond of it But in the underground I seem to get so many compliments Say my name and it's like people get afraid and shook But if you take a look you'll see Im nothing like an angry crook Im learning hands on, your busy with your face in books Im here to benefit the world, so heavens where we'll safely put Im not a devil, not speaking in tongues I just wanna touch your heart I try to reach it in songs Im from where a child's future is on the streets with the bums Because it's hard to become something so unique where Im from
(Chorus) When the suns down, nocturnal rainbows soar in the air so high It may seem so that I can't see, but the darkness provides the light for me I don't want to be lonely, and the moon is my only homie If there's a higher power then show me, instead of nocturnal rainbows
(Verse Two) Obama's president, so what's it represent Just because the nigga's half black don't mean he's heaven sent Your clueless to evidence, and all the minds he's messing with His charming smile hasn't got my ass up out this debt for shit Fronting like he's truly Jesus, and all you fools believe it The change he's making isn't good that's just how you conceived it It's like were all broker than ever It's due to reasons dealing with self beneficial plans And the movement he's with Illuminati, or whatever the fuck they go by There the reason weird shit happens and we don't know why Why did Michael Jackson start his tour then have to go die How did rap music go from really good to so dry Real artist's get shelved, and wack one's get famous To leave masses brainless, a smart mind is dangerous In their eyes there probably aint no real shit in your playlist You just product of what the government has created
(Chorus) When the suns down, nocturnal rainbows soar in the air so high It may seem so that I can't see, but the darkness provides the light for me I don't want to be lonely, and the moon is my only homie If there's a higher power then show me, instead of nocturnal rainbows
(Verse Three) Yo, were all the smart, and we know what's bad and good for us But yet, when you got offered some marihuana you took a puff Your brain is a fucking power house, but what that wasn't good enough It's people like you who talk, that shoulda, coulda, woulda stuff You probably threw your life away, cause you would rather get high With no license or car, so you bum rides to get by, saying I should have did this, oh I shouldn't have hung with this guy Im broke as fuck my rents high, ahh I should have realized I aint being cruel with these situations that I address Im more than likely could be someone you admire yes But it's because the blood and sweat and all the time that I invest We play the same game, difference is you never try your best You don't have a skill you set yourself up for a higher mess I work around the clock you slack off for lot's of time to rest Keep bullshiting till your life is gone Cause living's naturally hell you have to work to put a smile on
(Chorus) When the suns down, nocturnal rainbows soar in the air so high It may seem so that I can't see, but the darkness provides the light for me I don't want to be lonely, and the moon is my only homie If there's a higher power then show me, instead of nocturnal rainbows Nocturnal Rainbows soar in the air so high Nocturnal Rainbows soar in the air so high Nocturnal Rainbows soar in the air so high Nocturnal Rainbows soar in the air so highTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
