Jewn Sabbath My Thing
Think you got me. You don’t know me. You don’t own me. You ain’t got me. You don’t know me. You ain’t got me, babe. Think you got me. You don’t own me. You don’t know me.
After forty-seven snake eyes I knew that I controlled the dice, playing the nice guy like a disguise for the wise.
But the humbleness in me was makin me look week and the forty thieves comin for me were creepin deep in the night.
But it was never about money to start with. Don’t care about the business frontin all that realness.
You test my passion with a sickness and missed it.
You’re sizing me up but I’m the one simplistic.
And don’t mean to brag coz I got nothing to say, but I still got a queen under my duvet loving me down.
And all she wanted was a mystic in the right place at the right time, thinking what is this thing about a mellow man she’s been missin.
Flushed with a rush of something kinda surreal coz, ya’ll think ya got me figured out but…
You don’t know me. You ain’t got me. Think you got me? You don’t own me. You don’t know me.
If I’m gonna pass the test of time, comin up, the best of me will have to shine over and over again.
And it won’t be the last you’ll hear from me when I come full circle in the end you’ll see ain’t no fallacy, even if I gotta do it alone.
Cos I’m a free up all them people in a rippa, blinded by the promises of their false leaders.
“Believe what we say” is what they’re gonna teach us. Look the other way is what they’ve all been preaching.
Peace of mind is what we’ve been seekin, stuck in a battle with our inner demons. Falling for the lies coming from within us, making us submit to indoctrination. Ain’t gon let them to overtake us. Another natural mystic in the war and we won’t stop til we control the doors and I’m a do it alone. Said I’m gonna do it alone. Even if I have to do it alone. Said I’m a do it alone.
I’ll be grabbin up soldiers
I’ll be grabbin up soldiers
I’ll be grabbin up soldiers
Even if I gotta do it alone.
