Be Too Mellow, in Just One Week

Yes, Kwes I said to my open eyes 
Highway to my Heaven with eleven beat-makers 
A teaspoon and a fork and you in my Ford 
We are focused on sweet black berries 
As we hike up King’s other side of the mountain 
In speech we heal 
In ditches we speak 
With one feeling 
We will see freedom one day. 
Yes, when together we make our own nation.