Lyrics
Master Jaemo
Higher Skies ( The World is a Ghetto )
Searching for the right beat, and the stars, sun and the moon
Trying to find peace of mind, room by room
Held together by stormy weather, strengthened by the struggle
Two minutes in the Game, already a double double
Yall in trouble, way past curfew you’re out of time
You’re still throwing verses around, no reason or rhyme
It’s the wrong season to be out here playing, you’re wasting time
In the end money ain’t going to prevail Nigga, it’s all in the mind
I guess in due time you’ll find out, mad cause your light done shined out
It’s over Nigga, it’s the last drop, time out
For foolishness, and Niggas walking around talking about stupidness
We buying albums, playing them once, trashing like “What is this”!
Chorus 2X
In my free time I’m taking notes in this class called Life
Working next to guys who don’t listen, can’t even read or write
Afraid to leave the house at night, scared they’ll get in a fight
With a brother they stepped over, get sliced from head to shoulders
It’s hectic, layers of bull surround me like a force field
Weeded out by the soul, separated from the real
Even with a heart of steel, I can still feel when something’s spooky
Can’t just listen to chitter chatter, it’s got to be real to move me
No sense in fights amongst brothers, and strife amongst loved ones
We’re in this fight together, pay attention to how the play runs
You’re sleeping in class Nigga, envisioning fast figures, takes a little more to get there
Remember the grass is thicker on the other side, trips are shorter when in another’s ride
I’m escaping right or wrong, in search of higher skies.
Chorus 2X
We ain’t even in the same tent Nigga, I’m on another level
Your tones dead weight like----- I’m grabbing the shovel
Drop a couple of pounds of knowledge on you, see how you feel
Peace of Mind or Diamonds Nigga, which one is real
How you going to let them tell you what to say and how to say it
What kind of beat to drop it on, when and where to lay it
I know they dressing you up, breaking you off some,
Got you getting all the credit, you can’t even write a song
How you going to knock what I’m saying,
You reach and I’ll teach
I’ll blow past you, leave your homeboys laughing at you
I’m on another level
Chorus 2X
I’m a witness and a victim of the Revelution, different stances
The son of a jazz player, spirit enhances
The blues kept my Life ticking, steady standing grown
Rocking to the oldies, found the Light, now the ceilings gone
Brothers saying the feelings gone, having no Life
I’m hearing Niggas just saying stuff, having no right
No respect for Life or living or even religion
No love for the common man, verbal insicions
I’m here to ease the drought Nigga
Food for thought,
This is the Story Of a Champion
Who would have thought
The Story of a Champion who uses Thought.
