The feeling gets the blessing The truth sets you free The feeling is the truth that the answer lies in me The feeling of the everyday struggles of me and mine The feeling's got my nigga's on corners risking their lives It's feeling time flatline The feeling of sight to the blind It's liberation when you choose to free your mind The feeling of a slave underground heading north I feel the guilty verdicts passed down in the courts Feel the shackles, cattle, enslaved up north The feeling as you're watching love run its full course The feeling of a child in the midst of divorce God's the source, life force, it's death feeling the loss The feeling of a hungry man watching a player floss I feel like Allen in the playoffs stepping on the floor I crossed him over, foul line jumper with my arms stretched forth The feeling of victory, no one remembers who lost
Can you feel it?
I feel like a kid having a kid sister (trapped) I feel like a cooking pot of grits sister (splat) I feel you, work and feed your seeds mister (ha) I feel I'm reppin' you I feel you out there Now I feel the jealousy, he feels like hating me The feelings of he, his G just bought my cd The feelings of me, his G just bought my cd The feeling of she, show, front row, Us3 Ooooooh weeeee! Feel me seize the tree Feeling like busting shots till we're free Or feeling shots of JD He feels crates, gates, masks, 'n' robbery I'm feeling like, fuck it son, we all gotta eat Ashcroft feels he needs me detained in camps For me terrorists words through the cells and the amps I feel like I rhyme like I got nothing to lose, know why? Because I've got nothing to lose Do or die!
Can you feel it?
It's the feeling of every bullet passing through Tupac Volletta Wallace's feelings when BIG got shot Feeling the fire like Chaka, touch all seven chakras Snakes infiltrated now I felt the imposter The feeling of you feeling me feeling the track The feeling of you running to the deck rewinding it back The feeling of your check after they take out the tax You're feeling everything the god spit on the wax You feel me bomb the track, you feel me attack the wack I feel my habitat He feels the needle in the wax The feeling of a chiropractor walking on my back The feeling of braille I feel like feeling the third rail Suicide, middle passage trade ships set sail Feel like a dead man walking, monsters ball in jail I'm feeling like Christ on the cross, the hammered last nail Father have you forsaken me, I'm feeling like I failed