Issa Gold - The Proclamation lyrics

[Produced by Nick Lewis] [Hook 2x] All your life they said that you ain't gone be sh** All your life they said that you ain't gone be sh** All your life they said that you ain't gone be sh** Now Indigo soul, we run this b**h [Verse 1: Issa Gold] I remember being young Life gave me nothing but hard d** and black lungs And the teacher say you're smart, but n***as ain't pa**in' Cause we outside getting high instead of in cla**rooms The pastors preaching disasters to the ma**es These actors thorough political f**ing ba*tards They lacking any real f**ing spiritual backin' It's tragic, I'm tellin you n***as that I ain't havin' it Pick it up where Jesus left it off Light bearing conscious, my chakra strong Negative dissipate 'til the pain get lost And the positive energy hit strong like Thor Third eye sharp like a motherf**in' hawk And it pick apart living-hards trapped inside the dark Make 'em see they heart, cause they Indigo from the start But they trapped in an illusion, so it ain't they fault Get up on your sh**, switch up your lane If lives aren't going right then seek out change Take a trip out into the astral planes And recognize, n***a, that you are not the same A Martian, reppin' the light 'til I see coffins The hardest, UA the illest, my n***a, solvin' Problems, k**ed the rap game, it's full of garbage Farthest from that, my n***a, my soul is foreign [Hook 2 x2] All your life they said that you ain't gone be sh** Pick it up now and watch the tables switch Reality is yours, my n***a, create it Indigo soul, we run this b**h [Verse 2: AK] Fresh off the west coast shores, mi amor Plethoras of the best grown coral Immortals, through borders and knowledge, and poverty, nah, nah, that ain't stoppin' me Stacking dollas on top of celestial prophecy Uh, resurrect the craft of the boom bap With some new jacks from the Ave. bringing truth back n***a, pop a tab, and quit thinkin' where ya root at Open up ya crown and blow a pound of that purp loud, hold up From a young'n conformin' to nothin' except the truth Truth, got the pot found some shrooms in the fountain of youth Everything they try to hide coincides, why strive And rise like the holy Christ?-Me in top five- Popeye, straight from the green, that's that pot-high Popped eyes, in and out, like I'm on the west side Neva be satisfied 'til I can touch the sky Homies could touch the pot, Lord Look around and see my team winnin' in every mention Dimensions extendin' like one my bridges like we descended from heaven Lost a couple friends, but 2(to)-47, I rep my (?...) Smoke so many strains, sh** get so hard to remember Back in the day AK hardly play Now we fly coast to coast spreadin' knowledge, gettin' paid Made an oath, took a hold of every verse a n***a sprayed Got love for yourself, you got what it takes, my n***a [Hook 2 2x]