Yeah Navy Blue, Qeedar, yeah yeah Uh, look into the eyes of an angel See the cheekbones from an angle Lost souls in the night sky Take a knee when the stars spangle, yeah Look into the eyes of an angel See the cheekbones from an angle Lost souls in the night sky Take a knee when the stars spangle Miss my grandma, yeah man When I'm in town and I know I can't tell them Earth 'bout warmer than hell is We all die 'cause man too selfish Boy, I can't help it I'mma burn the weed until my eyelids melting Sweltering heat, we elevate No soul by the ten on my feet You not the man you pretending to be Navy Blue got the hands of a priest It's a man like you, it's a man like me How the fuck we call this the land of the free? Uh, were the darker mind in nights of Bangladesh Like the spliff or like my mind, it's a stain of stress Remain in depths, lower than baby steps The oldest ladies left Fold the pages on how to obtain the steps to pre-birth Leave Earth, longer to pray until your knees hurt Gross from hellholes with calls to God off indigenous cell phones Where I go, invalids handling L's row A letter to my future, a mail home A mail home, yeah Never move like a hare, move like a snail Some like Judas when they kiss and tell Some like a Buddhist, know karma well And the beat bump like Braille Never move like a hare, move like a snail Some like Judas when they kiss and tell Some like a Buddhist, know karma well And the beat bump just like Braille