I can still see the light at the end of
My soul is alive and so are you
Helps when trying
No one knows what goes on inside of your head
And
It goes one for the money homie, two for the
Checkmate, pull the plug on a fake
Get to steppin' too
Handicap yourself by choice
And keep the mind confined
To the chair
Psycho Realm, P.O.D. Boo-Yah Tribe, what? What?
My soul is payable
P.O.D. and Matisyahu
Original Roots In Stereo, ya know
One time, bring
Oh, yeah, yeah, come on
Walked in the place
And everybody looked
What you know about that fallin', fallin'
Babylon this so called
Yo! Eternal rhythms in your system so clear
No negative take
Imperial, righteous respects
'Cause we ain't done yet
Lock it down
And overthro
And is this, where we need to be?
Or are we
