From the recording MondayFriday
1st verse:
I'm black in white garments,
Eyes are like comets,
Whips on my back put tiger stripes on it,
Braver than a Bengal, I should make that shit my symbol,
The spirit of the temple's living in this instrumentals,
Hide your producers, the bass is too wide for the woofers
My radio's bangin I carry it like a bazooka Clash of the Titans the past got the Eyes of Medusa, but my minds of the future my brother we lions of Judah, they portray us in the time of a riot as looters, but we know we the apple of the eye, Yahuah, they bugging niggas conversations on high end computers, spending millions of dollars and it's all to confuse ya, who stay in the news, causing change, You know it's not a game, We got the fathers name I'm not ashamed, that's why they hate ya, cuz you gon be the saviors from these modern day slavers, so how high you gone take us?
Chorus (x2):
As high as you want to go is as high as you will be,
So how high do you want to go, cuz heaven is callin me
2nd verse:
We're birds of a feather,
We can fly alone fast or get further together,
A few flew to other flocks, when they heard it was better,
But none of them could even made it through this turbulent weather,
Like all you new blacks, looks like you forgot a few facts, when you extend a hand in peace, then wonder why they drew back,
Everybody lookin after theirs but look how you act,
A boy was shot, they say he ain't a saint, now tell me who dat, be the first to hold weapons,
While you protesting
Screaming that your life matters, Yeah that's no question, So why we got an increase in, skin bleaching,
But camouflage is only for species that's in season
So let's separate the wheat from chaff, meat from fat, anything that's gonna keep you back, why be like everybody else when you can Lead the pack, these feet are black but I'ma leave it glowing where I leave my tracks
Chorus
Cuz heaven is calling me
