[Boddhi Sativa, Intro]
If you see yourself as part of the whole,
Would you dwell here in safety? Where else would you go?
If you love yourself, as all under Heaven,
The World can safely
into your hands, be given.

[Boddhi Sativa & Irie Givens]
Into your hand, be given.

[Hook]
Chilly Wind Don’t Blow through my Town
Can’t Get Out This Mood, all this sonnin' got me down
Mississippi Goddamned, Florida heat don’t fuck around
Nina make a Sinnerman feet fear to leave the ground:
Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood to understand my sound
& since My Love is Gone, this a Work Song now -

[Verse 1]
Fuck it, I should have been a pianist:
"Yo Nate, what fucking key is this?"
'Cause all I'm tryna do is rap and now I gotta sing and shit
Let my freedom ring to get
A bar from out my armory
To lob up on the harmony
The rest of y’all gon' waste ya clip on all these feeds to talk about these Robberies you never did,
Babes who never hit ya crib,
And tragedies to add to ya personalities
Yeah it’s liiit
-erature, your caricatures of rappers, clowns
Comic book characters, pass ya panels - you puffin' clouds?
Shit I’m glad Slim Jesus was never ducking rounds.
If he was black you nxggas be bumpin' [Slim] Jesus now?
Guess that’s the hood and how we hold us down
We say we kings then stick the thorns up in each other’s crowns,
Then Pilate wash his hands: we paid for tickets!
Sell our souls to Lucifers trade, then blame the bigots
Shouldn’t have gave us “nxgga”; shouldn’t have made us nxggas;
Well why you stayed a nxgga?
Cause they still pay for nxggas
10 Million Plays, my nxgga?
We gettin paid my nxgga.
Go get your paper nxgga.


[Hook]
Chilly Wind Don’t Blow through my Town
Can’t Get Out This Mood, all this sonnin' got me down
Mississippi Goddamned,


[Bridge]
...the hook, I ain’t gotta fish for clout
I got too many verses left to air out
So I let my hair out and put my palm to my nuts
And cock 'em up just like my cock could bust a glock off the cuff

[Verse 2]
I’m honest enough to say that I was soft to the touch
To be molded like molten gold in spite of god and his dust
I dropped a rib to drop a kid and now I hardened us up
I put the apple in my throat but you was all in her guts
And then you callin' me the bitch because I’m not with the fuss?
You eat the fruit or eat a dick, I don’t think God give a fuck!
I think the way we make machines is God’s regarding for us,
To execute to the extreme the things we harbor like lust:
He blew his dreams into our brains, we artificial as fuck
So I used the rhyme just a second time cause nothing new since genocide
& Genesis: life is gon' loop forever, nxgga, then it’s this:
Sisyphus up the precipice. We all go around:
Intelligent monkeys washing our nuts in the sound
Somebody did it before like somebody doin it now.
When I was six I took a dip and wondered what if I drowned?
I held my head under the water felt the silence profound
And ever since I felt the pinch of demons pryin' my crown
Cryin aloud, "Why you thinking 'bout it? Try it you clown!"
Then I got pissed and put the pills inside to quiet 'em down
Like was I sick or was I living too outside of my dome?
Having out of body experiences, but crying for home
This life insidious to tell you we was dyin' alone
(We ain't dying alone).

[Verse 3]
I used to think that God would stay up in the sky, I was wrong
So when I tried to die I thought I’d spite her just like her own
Ask her why she had forsaken me like she hadn’t known
Abram wouldn’t have killed his son, and then the message was felt
How you gon' body somebody you can’t embody ya self?
Life’s a bitch and then you s'posed to wanna die so what else?
Body yourself because you wouldn’t body somebody else?
So I let Jesus have his role, and Saul could have his road and
Lazarus have his hole and Lucifer have his goal,
And gave myself but a song and some work to go sing along
As I’m steady pushing my Rock like I’ll miss it when it’s gone
'Cause death and taxes are certain. Life and work have surprises
So if you wanna [redacted], take it from one who tried it:

The meaning of life is love and how we dying to find it.
Afeni Shakur was right for sure: how we die should define it.