Shield hovers all around me, blocking me from pain and deceit.

No, no, no—it’s positive vibes over here when you speak.

American Black man, never had no shackles on my feet.
My ancestors’ tree was cut off, so they’re probably under me,
Buried down deep, cemetery or unmarked, 

damn. Don’t gravity feel heavier?
Life’s pressure measures up so clear your mind,
Don’t fall behind, and make a mental barrier.

I just want to make love to you when times get scarier,
Blame it all on you when you see me getting angrier.

But if we don’t gain anything, let’s gain knowledge,
Let’s make a profit. Only one God, there is no prophet,
So how can I preach?

I’d rather teach on the things I know,
Spread my mental seed. Weed grows into a tree,
Then planted all over again,
Not just for you, and me. So bloom, grow higher than the trees.

Bloom—it sounds lovely,
But it will not always be peace.
So bloom, until you can turn over a new leaf.
Bloom, until you grow higher than the peak you reach. 
Bloom.