, "Look at that! " We keep our eyes straight ahead we ain't lookin' back They try to pressure us back to the old ways No way, we ain't goin' back to them old days
go They come back as tales of niggas we used to know Never looked up to see the stars in all they heavenly glory Just straight ahead cause the peripheral
I must not allow To reach my goal ahead of me Or the burden I carry will fail In its purpose to destroy you all Bringing ruin to worlds and to days The
feel like one of them pieces up in a chess game, On the line, defending yours from mine. I'm makin moves, attached to strings you can't see. If the move
ever dropped was a right move from the underground but came from the right too you tryna blow your way over air (over air) i'm putting power moves for
the peace I'd ever want Your body in the gloom The platform fading back Your shadow on the track A flower upon a tomb And why these days ahead When
better off for all that we let in) One day those toughies will be withered up and bent The father son the holy warriors and the president With glory days
like, "Look at that! " We keep our eyes straight ahead we ain't lookin' back They try to pressure us back to the old ways No way, we ain't goin' back to them old days