Phone Home

[Hook: Ari Lennox] Satellite fried, I'm way too high And all I know Seems like I'm on my own And so I phone home Yeah [Verse 1: Omen] I'm back can't escape the wrath In a rat race trying to chase the flag Heard your new shit, no faith in that Niggas swear they fly but they space cadets I think a lot, you drink a lot But we can sync with every beating heart You watch the news, I feel lots of blues All the cops is shooting, do I need to march? I don't mean to flaunt But look where I came from Quick on the draw no paintguns Couldn't get a job on the lakefront My niggas getting robbed for their paystubs Looking to the stars for a savior to Fuck school, why I gotta pay for the truth How could you sell these lies to the youth Where is the truth inside of you Lie on top of lie and I do not apologize If I defy the status quo My (?) will slow decline Niggas wanna kick it like 4th and 9 But I'm back in the office Trying to unlearn all the trash shit that they taught us You know, pull your pants up Suit and tie shit Back in my day, do what I did But I don't listen Everybody's scared and nobody's happy Everybody's mumbling, nobody's rapping Who can tell the truth (?) Brains full of questions, nobody's asking Imma hold you down Chi city know I let the flow resound Imma let the whole hood hold the crown Imma let the whole hood hold the crown [Hook: Ari Lennox] Satellite fried, I'm way too high And all I know Seems like I'm on my own And so I phone home Yeah [Verse 2: Omen] I got a whole lot of weight on my shoulders But got a whole lot of faith in my soldiers Got a whole lot of hate for my culture But don't wanna give a damn about the weight of your holster Tell me what's a bullet to a soul What's a gun to the image in the likeness of God No vice in my heart, I am light in the stars Reincarnated when the mic's in my palm Resurrect Christ when I'm writing a song And I stay fly without a pipe or a bong I stay fly, you're a kite in a storm Silly ass nigga you knife in my palm Knight in my armor, fight in my karma Dope our crew bring light to the dark Like vitelago this is for Chicago Where you know the shit's right from the heart [Hook: Ari Lennox] Satellite fried, I'm way too high And all I know Seems like I'm on my own And so I phone home Yeah