Common Follow

I want to be as free as the spirits of those who leftI'm talking Malcom, Coltrane, my man YusefThrough
death through conceptionNew breath and resurrectionFor moms, new steps in her directionIn the right wayTold inside is where the fight layAnd everything a nigga
do may not be what he might sayChicago nights stay, stay
on the mindBut I write many lives and lay on these
linesWave the signs of the timesMany say the
grind's on the mindShorties blunted-eyed and everyone
wonderin' where I'mBush pushing lies, killers
immortalizedWe got arms but won't reach for the
skiesWaiting for the Lord to riseI look into my
daughter's eyesAnd realize that I'ma learn
through herThe Messiah, might even return through herIf I'ma do it, I gotta change the world through herFurs and a Benz, gramps wantin 'emDemons and old
friends, pops they hauntin' himThe chosen one from
the land of the frozen sunWhen drunk nights get remembered
more than sober onesWalk like warriors, we were never told
to runExplored the world to return to where my soul
begunNever looking back or too far in front of meThe
present is a giftand I just wanna BE