Write On

Love
Peace
Soul
Right on
Right on
Right on, yo

Right on, baby, woo
Right on
Right on, baby
Right on
Right on, baby, woo
Right on
Right on, baby
Right on, baby
Right on
Right on

Damn, so many things on the brain
Just to hang, the ink drips on the page
I feel privileged to say, that a song saved me from dyin'
Them times I try to keep in mind
We affectin' peoples life through rhyme
Rappin', thoughts jotted on the napkin
Balled it up, found a month later in my hood jacket
Tone raspy 'cause I got a cold
Words written powerful with my handwritin' but still I don't know
If I wrote it in them Soul Woolies, I go on through them
Written in pen, I use pencil, but then again
Sometimes you use whatever you got
Ain't nothin' wrong, I done used Neoy's crayons
For songs y'all played all day long
We make wrong right again
Dive in headfirst to write a verse tighter than the last one I wrote
And I pass on the smoke
Sippin' aloe vera juice from a can, you quote me right on

Right on
Right on, baby
Right on
Right on, baby, woo
Right on
Right on, baby
Right on, baby
Right on
Woo, right on

Love, hate, sunshine, rain
Art will always remain the remedy for pain
As thoughts scribe themselves on walls of my brain
I claim my story and spit it
To make the seeds think, sittin' backwards in empty pastures
As I bleed ink and sink in it
This is what happens when I empty myself into myself
This is what happens when
Life's hands offer no help and then I
Drift into a translucent dream
That is my only reality
Gladly folding the alphabet in such dimensions that
One sentence becomes an entire world
The universe is in you
Believe that and see what the pen do, right on

Right on
Right on, baby
Right on
Right on, baby, woo
Right on
Right on, baby
Right on, baby
Right on
Woo, right on

Yeah, now I done seen a whole lot so
But me, I found a way to let thoughts go
And I might talk slow
I write songs, speak from the heart and not the skull
Got soul, and scripted in each scroll that I scribble in
Chiselin' what I meant within the width of the paper's line
I try to take my time wit' it
Rhymin' like I'm ventin', this is my opinion
I am sendin' through songs, it's everlivin', won't forget it
Blendin' with rhythm, when spittin' I relay vision
Folks listen like a soul sister chose this over chillin'
Ready and willin', right or wrong, turn it to song
Calm as a séance, the lights stay on
Without the use of electric, the candles lit
Glowin' like tips of incense, the ashes drip
Feedin' my habit again, grab the pen, start imaginin'
Thoughts gatherin', patterns is on my notepad, I write on

You know, fellas?
Everybody don't make real nigga soul products
Tell 'em 'bout it, man, tell 'em 'bout it
You wanna tell 'em 'bout it one time?
Yeah, right on
Then tell 'em 'bout it, brother