The secret messages are calling to me endlessly They call to me across the air The messages across the atmosphere They whisper in your ear, they're calling everywhere A moving stream of information That is floating on the wind The secrets never end And

I'm the one they call the seventh son I'm the one, yes, I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one, Well now everybody cryin' 'bout the seventh son But in the whole round world there is only one, and Well I can tell your future before it comes to pass And I

They want your number so they can call you Just to come over to cook for all you Thought she was thirsty and it was all true Only business she want is hopin' you let her fall through Blah, blah, blah, bitch Using bid'ness just to sit up on my dick How I

Following a god so blind Swallow not the shit they feed The Halo over our demise Sallow in their sickening Our time, Will come Our time, Is now This is our call to arms, will you stand beside me? This is our time to fight, no more compromising And this

Out in the streets, they call it murder Welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at Two pound ah weed inna van back It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack The smell

Say fuck the drug test, go'n pass my gas mask Flat screen, I back back, I see my racks stacked I wanna live like a drug lord, but I wanna be glorious Sometimes I feel like a kingpin, I'm so victorious I got a white and a black girl, they look like an

You show the lights that stop me turn to stone You shine them when I'm alone And so I tell myself that I'll be strong 'Cause they're calling, calling, calling me home Calling, calling, calling home And dreaming when they're gone (Lights, lights, lights)

They call me the workin' man I guess that's what I am It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me I get up at seven, yeah And I go to work at nine I got no time for livin'

Finger on the trigger for the years to come Clean heart Clean and sharp Clean dream He loved his brother and his sister Luke and Tony called him Mister They made him feel much more

I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, than you make your own rules Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do They call me Tity Boi 'cause she used to spoil me She always told me (My momma always said aye, damn) I'm from the hood, it's