yo check it out now it s gennessee chosen son street reporta ya ll yo yo scopin the cipher wisdom fightin the system through the trifeluous livin inside we driven to lavish visions a pot of riches breathin sandstorms we speak on the dreams a plans born i see my fam drawn on hard times saved by the lands lord we played the street corners til dawn singing a sad song and if i get caught up in the storm i see the transform we live on and carry the name battle the pain it rattles the brain staying sane is half of the game through blazing flames and razorblades but after the sage we paid and the laughter remains remember back in the days when i set off a point inside us see peace in my prophecy on a beast that s deep inside of me seeking my sanity building a speaker with my family of how to survive in this world and be the man you see genessee livin is rhymin and shinin through the wickedness my knowledge is bond a silent storm and we gone x2 traveled the desert sands unraveled the battle at hand we trackin through lands mastered plans with passage of man what happened to fam these scams didn t go as we planned now we stacked with the vans brothers packin the jams and i ve been rhymin since the rock and the roll strivin to cope bettin notes on the lies that we smoked i suppose it s the knowledge exposed live at the shows and through the mind my design is composed wisin the soul and trynna to keep my focus fulfillin dreams that i perceived as hopeless seekin closures and breathe trees to cope this so read ya notice we hopeless soldiers strivin potent doses who research with scholars then re approach this here to build with insight that s the way to live life see the reaction and the consequence before the drama hits my squad is marchin in we spark a bomb and keep our conscience lit so ponder this and let the music unfoooold we livin on the mp just like sd jones without the fake choreography mcs ya bother me claiming your geography while i be speaking logically trackin through deserts back from the essence and flashin the message you know the code to life born in the holy site holdin a mic my form of life be on the wars and fight  ayo i rise like the heat of the sun to the beat of a drum the street that i m from keep stealing the young waiting for freedom to come before i m leaving the slums making blueprints for desert sands teaching my sons singing songs on the livin through the struggle and strife hustle my life and fight time the precise moving my fams in caravans survivin the fight and my seed to be the guide to light provided at night x2 traveled the desert sands unraveled the battle at hand we trackin through lands mastered plans with passage of man what happened to fam these scams didn t go as we planned now we stacked with the vans brothers packin the jams it s like that yo it s gennessee 