Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1: Josh Atticus]
I simply reach into my soul
The census of my being
Remove a small sample
Attempt to pace my breathing
Vocal chords are stricken
Thought process erects
Genitalia gripped
And these words I do project
Til my lungs plead and object
Neurons make no Connect
These words that I inflect
I hope garner me some respect
Cause success is included
Inadequate of this losing
Forebrain I am abusing
But if not I’m over using
Tetrahydrocannabinol
Books all open
Now I see all
Glory of God
I nod
See we fall
To him you a gem never heard a recall
Splagchnizomai
When I
Eye my
Telly
When I think about deceased sometime I get jelly
Lord help me
…
They ain’t ready
[Hook]
Seem like we Can’t help but to keep hold of the simple things we used to
Do
Sometimes I wish that I could toss my phone
Face the L
And just cruise on
Through
I feel the winds I see the waves I hear the rhythm of the ocean
When I think about a Deity that’s my only tugging notion
[Verse 2: Josh Atticus]
Exaggeration of aspiration
Someone else’s ways
Was the premise of which I grimace my generation was raised
The violence is what they fed us
Of course we will digest
No daddy to show em different
Them jail cells will attest
I feel guilty when I rest
My people are in this mess
The needs that we neglect
Just to front a heavy check
You’re 17 with a charge
Look at your record it’s tainted
Josh your life just started
Look at the picture you’ve painted
I only add to the canvas
And thats a blemish I hate
There was a blemish before
And that’s where it read race
I love my skin with a passion
But upper hands have been rationed
To those distributing lashings
It’s in the word if you ask em
I still see fire in they eyes
When A book is what I prize
Still hear mama cry
At night
Cause a mother brother Sam
Don’t give a single damn
Bout nigga less he Uncle Ruckus
Right?
I don’t wanna fight
I just wanna live
Only way to life
Was a shiv to the rib
How it feel to know fate when you only in a bib
I know Christ understand
He was man before a kid
[Hook]
Seem like we Can’t help but to keep hold of the simple things we used to
Do
Sometimes I wish that I could toss my phone
Face the L
And just cruise on
Through
I feel the winds I see the waves I hear the rhythm of the ocean
When I think about a Deity that’s my only tugging notion
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