I seen ya walkin’ with a broken heart
endin’ it where it was supposed to start
Well I guess I gotta play my role and part,
and take it from where it’s at to where you are.
Now gimme five to ten, cos I’m out on foot
takin’ my time with the streets real good.
Can’t help but crack a grin walkin’ down Franklin
swingin’ a left of Cedar until I hit the West Bank, kid.

Folks from the campus call the Plaza the “crack stacks”,
I call it my home and show it love like my back pack.
I’m not gullible for these misrepresentations
gettin stretched far as they can take it.
Whether awaken or not, it’s always on my mind,
like beats from Pete Rock and The Quest the Tribe.
We can invest in rhymes and dress fresh with pride,
but can’t accept our lives as profits to who sets the price.

Easily convinced by what we think we’re destined,
quick to follow any suggestions…
I know to turn around when the road is dead-ended,
but what to do when you’re on a one-way with no intersection?
Eh, it’s all whatever to me
cos’ when it comes down to it, it really ain’t that deep.
So anyways, I’m on my way without further ado.
I’m just lettin’ you know, you got people and a street to turn to.
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Pre-Chorus
Song to song, dawn to dawn, bond to bond
Week to week, street to street, beat to beat
I’m comin’ from

Chorus
Love, peace, bliss
All things considered while we seek commitment.
And it feels like one deep kiss
we fear the end of as much as the beginning.
And if this leads to one steep cliff
I’m gonna jump off and I’m aimin’ for the ceiling.
Love, peace, bliss.
All things considered while we seek commitment.
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Still rollin’ on Franklin
like most cops with no job,
but to keep a loaded gun and brown folks on close-watch.
Sho nuff, it’s just another slow walk
through the land’a 10,000 emcees and no love.
I hate to sing it sad, but that’s the down right truth,
when having beef is trendy and in-style to act spiteful.
I mean, although I’d really like to think I’m cool,
I’m just another geek disguised to look like you.

I would like to fit in with out the strings I pull
and not have to play the game like Link in Hyrule,
always searching for heart in dark places,
and swingin a sword for a lady you’re jus tryin’ to get a date with.
That’s an overstatement, bout half-true.
I’m just up against your average hassles and bad moods,
a few roommates that wanna pull a jack-move,
and more than enough emcees that would love to battle

and see me get my ass kicked right after the matter
and dragged off and abandoned in the back stall of a bathroom.
I’m a sack and a half of bad news and damaged goods
with a faith equivalent to a crap shoot.
Sometimes we can’t admit that, so we act cool
‘til speakin’ our minds clash like striped hats and plaid suits.
Every curve in a path has a straight,
and the one I’m on is called Franklin, and I’m on my way.
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Pre Chorus

Chorus
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The path to where this grass grew,
but now covered in concrete and few extend through
is my only concern, and all that I can do
is follow it to where you are and catch you before you fall.
So I’m turnin’ on Cedar, swiftly passin’ through
with the momentum of the wind, making moves like sand dunes.
Close enough that I could take a minute to stand still.
Destination: West Bank, Riverside Castle.

Another week passing, another crap shoot,
another sun dancin’ out the daylight to its last tune.
Watching the game go by, I can’t lose
cos’ I’m sittin’ in the bleachers with a notebook and a pencil,
less than half-full, nappin’ past noon,
payin’ May’s rent two-months past due,
callin’ out crews for the people they exclude,
and not speakin’ or writin’ unless I have to.

And it’s just another sidewalk traveled
carryin’ a backpack full.
Don’t go doin’ nothing crazy, I’ll be there in a few
I’m on Cedar and I’m landing soon
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Chorus