Chorus One:



Heads and Woes

Heads and Wo-oes

Heads and Woes

Heads and Wo-oes



Headtrips, Headtrips

I think it is, I know it is



Chorus Two:

i got a head full of headaches a heart that's full of woes

i'm constantly singin' them downhome blues and not many people knows

that leaves me with a twisted view of the whole wide world as i know it

and i guess i got no choice but to be a poet



Verse One:



now in my natural habitat i gravitate towards cribs

and i elevate on having that

and i'll never get caught by the frills

from Yellowstone to Venezuela

Nigeria to the hills

there's somethin i learned that i gotta tell ya

brother's like me got skills



now i could been your doctor or your lawyer

or come to your house and build

self destruction won't destroy ya

if you know how to use that shield

men are murdered and that's their fate

and to get it on tape is a thrill

and people elsewhere tryin to escape

just to come to America and chill

helicopters scope the land

see you makin' your ghetto plan

hip-hop culture is African

and I ain't never going back to the fields



Chorus Two



Verse Two:



now everyday i manifest and i generate and smoke cannabis

and i penetrate and i innovate and i demonstrate from the west

from Amsterdam to the Northern border

Panama Spain to Atlanta Georgia

somethin' i learned that i haven't told ya

cause everybody's goin' through stress



now i know you know it ain't who you know but tell me do you know yourself

cause you can go just like any John Doe

but i know you ain't thinkin' about death

so if you're straight and you're narr