the earth shakes the sound of mankind on decline as they voice quake beneath an open pit lazarus made in one take shot by a rebel on a rebel watch the level and the mistake of cutting ones nose for the goal to spite the whole face we one race but see me as a nigga with a court case this black face is freddy to you steadies with the white shade this tight space we stuck up in the muck but got the nice fade say we gotta look good when we break the shackles one day we finna look good when we break the shackles one day we bouts ta look good when we break the shackles one day we finna look good when we break the shackles one day i spokes to the wind and ill tell you what the sun say we finna look good when we break the shackles one day we gots ta look good when we break the shackles one day we bouts ta look good when we break the shackles one day we break them down we break them down we break them down we break them down we break them down we break them down say we boutsa look good when we break them shackles one day we finna look good when we break them shackles one day i spoke to the wind and i tell you what the sun say we finna look good when we break them shackles one day say we finna look good when we break them shackles one day we bouts ta look good like the hood that you gentrify its do or die for those who look like you and i a loosened tie can still strangle though so peep the queues and you tangle with the money more funny than an ocean view the notion grew just as greed began to speak to you its nothing new humans in the race to see the deepest blue or the blackness of space or the breath that it takes or the lives that we fake while the earth steady shakes from the pain that we make so take heed of the wind take head of the wind while them phony mens win like or the lives that we fake so take heed of the wind take heed of the wind while the phoney mans win like  so we finna look good so we finna look good so we finna look good so we finna look good so we finna look good so we finna look good so we finna look good so we finna look good we finna look good when we break the shackles one day we finna look good when we break the shackles one day we finna look good when we break the shackles one day we finna look good finna look good finna look good finna look good you see that moment the boy realized his purpose he was atop a cliff upon a rock under a tree yet weirdly fond of seasons you see the boy could hear the wind speak upon the breeze he hadn t been the first the boy thought but the last to do so but being able to speak the language of the world meant he had to be at the proverbial precipice of this journey the wind feeding his curiosity spoke to the boy