This is a song about "Spiritual mindedness"

Spiritual, fool's gold

The truth shall be told

I'm hopin' that my lyrics are spiritual, you're uplifted,

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

Grab the bong and hit it like a spiritual guide

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

I sit performing miracles and i ain't even spiritual

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

The holy war, the spiritual troops

I murder you twice, your physical and your spiritual life

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Some of the people admire your spiritual vision

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison