More Out of Life
Give Me My Flowers While I Can Still Smell Them Instrumentals
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[Verse 1]
Somebody wanted guidance, looked inside to find it
You know them blind kids, money on their eyelids
Kissing on the fly gyp-ship from the Egyptian islands
Gems in the hymns said the chant
The moon man grins, hair on my chin grows
Hair on my chest burn
Flare in my soul cold
I can't sleep
Let alone, stay awoke, smoking dope like
It's like Shaitan find another way to choke
Another day broke, money ain't my motto, nope
Traded peace for the sorrow that I swallow
Bottle after bottle, like the role models that I hallow
Feeling like a seedless avocado
Crowd screaming
"Bravo! Bravo!
Here's a dollar for your sorrows
Can I borrow your time more tomorrow?"
Watching Fargo, feeling far gone from the chart that I was gonna follow
It's hard to make songs when a war's going on outside
No man is safe from
And you can run but you can't hide forever
Mother won't let up, telling me I should get up
And in the meantime, on that mean grind for cheddar
Underground Master Shredder, gave my brother my leather
Put on a sweater, I counted my change
I added my blessings
I stepped into the rain
To wash my brain
My friends say that I don't talk the same
So dark like we don't give off the same light
Wish I seen it all in plain sight to explain it on this great mic
Amplified, stay wired to the nation-side, cross oceans
Where the faiths collide and talk omens like grace that died
On the brink of trying to make my mind
Save my soul at the same time, make this rhyme
Wonder, will I be saved in time
Make Salah, say grace
Case God change his mind
How insane am I?
Just the same as you
Came here what you came to do
I'm just saying the truth
[Refrain]
A little more
More out of life
[Verse 2]
Sometimes we gotta blank out
And touch the universe on some
Fuck rap back with my back on the wall rap shit
Capping at all, napping on God
Knowing damn well half of your squad
Still ain't found John
Baptist, Barnes, drowning him
Swimming in a pool full of shark fins surrounding him
Rain dancing when dark days
Have clouded him, cause niggas play God
They just building up, doubted him
Rapping about colors like someone's proud of him
But don't praise fathers cause half of you grew without one
Malcolms, Martins, Pacs, Chris Wallaces
Muhammads, Khalil Gibrans, Akhenatens
Gods and goddesses, following false promises
Laws and politics, full-ride scholarships
Still don't know what time it is
Models and actors, rappers, coke, bottle of Cris'
Rope and bad words
Hope plastered on minds of mañana
Obama, Osama, Mama, Papa
God we gotcha
Dealing with censorship, sponsorship, friendships
Relationships, slave ship minimum wages
Racist shit, we gotta find ways to change this shit
Elevation, higher foundations
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