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Still
03:39
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One, two
Blessed are the uninvested, hard to impress
Listeners with fingers itching to press skip
No matter your skill metrics checklist, I'll have you feeling the
Freshness, like being pelted with zest bars and breath mints
(Who) Jasper Brown, real name, no gimmickry
Flow differently, gripping a microphone invokes wizardry
Still a fiend, tongue twisting, iller schemes
Punchlines scripted like that Baby Boy one hitter quitter scene
3-0-1's the code of my area, barely a
Blip on the rap radar but the various
Mixes I grab play on ain't 'cause of a cash payoff
I bless selectors with the tracks they want
Same taste-makers still playing favorites, only gave
The time of day by way of Rollie waving in our faces
Debauchery, funded by the dollars we gave 'em
While enabling their mockeries of poverty
Said let the peasants be some cake eaters, that made us scrape
Deeper than the fame seekers, and now we wake sleepers with
Brain teasers that shake speakers
You negate the gatekeepers when you make heaters
So yeah, do you pal, ain't moving my bowels with
The food you chow, I'm about my projects word to
Coo Coo Cal, getting my bars up, I thought that I would've
Been finished with rapping like I'd used all my gauze up, yet I'm
Still at this, still active
Limbs crackling, over the hill has-been
Or never was is what I'm dubbed
Still doing what I've done 'cause it's what I love
Still at this, still active
Still a thrill rapping, can't kill passion
Can't kill passion, so I'm still at this, yo
For majority, art form preservation pales in
Comparison to real life problems and priorities
Old heads and peers romantically pine for
Golden years with cryogenically frozen ears
That Buggles tune proved to be prophecy
Folks consume and process music optically
Videos self-financed, filmed and directed
For viewers who can't focus attention for fifteen seconds
It's like you gotta master marketing, stand atop a block
For auctioning or sacrifice your raps as offering
Giving away high-quality product for free
Should honestly sign consignment deals to sell CDs at Dollar Trees (yikes)
And social promoting is miserable
When you prefer having a profile less visible
Greater intrigue bred more in-depth interviews
Biographies kept short as a sentence or two
Through internet instituted a set of different rules
Offered intimate views of artists you respect and listen to
That access given abused by cats thinking it's cool
Spamming their links at you, demanding to link with you (Bruh)
Suppose when there's more cons than pros
You ought to just let it go then, but heart provokes pen
And the flow's advanced a better showman
Rap age equivalent of Blanche Deveraux's friends, yet I'm…
Still at this, still active
Limbs crackling, over the hill has-been
Or never was is what I'm dubbed
Still doing what I've done 'cause it's what I love
Still at this, still active
Still a thrill rapping, can't kill passion
Can't kill passion, so I'm still at this, yo
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Prey
Who are the two percent or so that our milk and honey mostly flows to?
Ain't the owner who sold you your cold brew
Cigarettes, soda, or fried dishes
Pawns in pyramid cons by corporations caking off our afflictions
A, war of attrition, on those in the poorest conditions
Face down on the floor in submission
Placed there in a forced position, or prostrate
Praying that the Lord shall reward conviction
While influential temple tricksters, bend scriptures
Perverting their faith for personal gain, deserving disdain
Hawking holy handkerchiefs, vials of water claiming
Your miracle's on its way once your donation is
Believers pray torn, saying "Lord, is this the
Reason I was made for?" while people wage wars
We still extend a hand in love, sitting lambs
Just waiting to be taken advantage of
Prey
They'll plot our fates, then watch and wait
A game where the parts we play are of pawns and prey
They'll plot our fates, then watch and wait
A game where the parts we play are of pawns and prey
American nightmare, sleepwalk the horrors of
Never being the lender, always the borrower
Pay day advances, property loans
rent to own and visa deceives us
As lines of credit we're given aren't in our best interest
Soon as inflated rates hit, we bled instant
Bootstraps we're sold and we're told to pull up by
A few rough tugs cause webbing to unbind
Fed lies, partisan politics
Swallow fear mongering spread by talking head accomplices in
Calculated debates, hot take appetizers
For ratings that'll satiate advertisers
Co-conspiring alliances deciding who we're siding with
Empires relying on biases that are dividing us
Discussions erupting into arguments we must win
Gaining us nothing, suckers and puppets
Prey
They'll plot our fates, then watch and wait
A game where the parts we play are of pawns and prey
They'll plot our fates, then watch and wait
A game where the parts we play are of pawns and prey
Pray
We pray
But are we prey?
Oh why
Super predators, tyrants, licensed with benefit
Of the doubt, so aggressively pounce
And harass with slave catcher team tactics
Gaslighting inciting a scene tragic
Trigger pull point blank like it's accuracy practice
Phone footage explicitly graphic we'll hashtag it
Essentially spreading snuff porn, Faces of Death
Showcasing questionable de-escalation attempts
Irrefutable evidence typically nets at best
Admissions of negligence, civil suit settlements
So how can it be deemed unreasonable
To flee off impulse, when seeing their patrol vehicles
Collect the herd with the intent to hurt
Suppress the dirt when an offense occurs
Protect and serve the interests, of the chattel system
For which they work, in their relentless search for
Prey
They'll plot our fates, then watch and wait
A game where the parts we play are of pawns and prey
They'll plot our fates, then watch and wait
A game where the parts we play are of pawns and prey
Prey
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Essential
04:05
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Yo
16 on the beats and I lay the verses well, essential personnel
16 on the beats and I lay the verses well, essential personnel
16 on the beats and I lay the verses well, essential personnel
16 on the beats and I lay the verses well, essential personnel
Craig Mack condolences, Sean P
Prodigy praises, we gotta be placing
Our love token bouquets in the hands of our favorites
While they're still able to vase them, Amen
Recording overboard, drowning in the flow, absorbed
Emotions pouring from the bowels of my ocean floor
Water baby wading in brain waves, melanated
The same shade as the stone of my namesake
Spit blacker than brushing with activated charcoal
Shame Al Jolson's masquerading our souls
No ally of mine can shuck and jive
Or run and hide behind lie of being colorblind
Some break their ethics just to gain acceptance
Ain't gotta take the safest method when you ain't afraid to face rejection
Escape convention, erase the templates
Paving your own lane's a great investment
16 on the beats and I lay the verses well, essential personnel
16 on the beats and I lay the verses well, essential personnel
16 on the beats and I lay the verses well, essential personnel
16 on the beats and I lay the verses well, essential personnel
Unable to guarantee just what will be the first rhyme
Of mine you might blindly find or begrudgingly
Spare your ears to, so carefully prepare jewels
I hand you, like some family heirlooms
Was taught when you get a shot, you're obligated
Say something, like when spotting a suspicious box, so listen
Cock the biscuit, itching to pop, flipping and pitching the rock
Misogynistic, drug addicted hop, that's what this is not
Did a drop with a crew of doers
We picked the lock with shrewd intruder maneuvers
One of the chosen fewer, an older bloomer, might have blown it
Had I broken through the cocoon a moment or so sooner
Was lunacy, presuming I'm due to reap something new
Yet repeating the same routines moves, playing too comfortable
Took the willing assist from Spit to make it major
Rappers, respect and pay your beat makers
16 on the beats and I lay the verses well, essential personnel
16 on the beats and I lay the verses well, essential personnel
16 on the beats and I lay the verses well, essential personnel
16 on the beats and I lay the verses well, essential personnel
Uttering dopeness, if you ain't digging this
Trust, your shovel is broken, pray the Lord
Funnels your ear tunnels to open, doses of
Peroxide rock-slide the rubble, not time for humble, still
Graciously downplay praise or take awkwardly
Often mistaken as fake modesty, but
A Class Act, this is not a disguise
It's JC Penney top of the line, I be fly
Breeze through the dreads, stand mighty before you
And I don't report to, no trapped in the 90's support groups
Nor am I imprisoned by the present, fair weather trending
Too washed for colored Locs and some pleather leggings
Performance art, songs authored with forethought
The most important parts of my persona aren't store bought
A rich flow, slick for the heads like
Black Castor Oil, that's Jasper for you (Word up)
16 on the beats and I lay the verses well, essential personnel
16 on the beats and I lay the verses well, essential personnel
16 on the beats and I lay the verses well, essential personnel
16 on the beats and I lay the verses well, essential personnel
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G.O.Y.A.
04:27
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Sunrise doesn't require permission, fire won't subside
Out of contrition, we can't rewind time with a petition
Conditions of nature are just the way
Bucking against them creates destruct, decay
Poseidon waves of distraught water
Seismic shakes, ruptured fault trauma
Infernos ignited by friction, incinerated bridges
Twister's rip through homes, instigating division
Induce tsunamis in calm cool surroundings
Soothing abuse of precipitation pounding
The skull like a speed bag, needing that rush
That comes attached with floods flashing
As habits, long ingrained are like John McClane
A dragon hard to slay, imagine moths to flame
Fetish for fire play, tugging a lion's mane
Trying to escape unscathed from its violent rage
But scarred plenty, reservoir empty
Built up a tall heavy wall levee meant to bar entry
And ways around there aren't any
Being told to get over yourself already
You don't need nobody to lift you, your biggest
Hurdle is just you, so what is the issue?
It's simple as flipping a new leaf over
The old foliage will blow away any day
Or so they say
Be like, get over yourself already
Get over yourself already
Get over yourself already
It's that easy, if you wanna be free
And we hear that so much from others that we end up internalizing it
And trying to use it as a positive motivational affirmation or something
It only makes our burden that much heavier
So then
Covered in geese bumps, nervously rub proverbial tree stump
Concerted efforts to leap up (But)
Swallowed by darkness, a large bubbling tar pit
The prized possession it's unwilling to part with (And)
No one's allowed near when all the way down here
The idea of misery loving a crowd sounds weird to
Cauliflowered ears bashed in, blackened eyes
And fat lips, intrapersonal clashes
Under a mask living virtually unknown
Even perfect strangers in our own homes
Hoarders of despair swearing nobody cares, B
Keep it to yourself, don't be trying to share grief
In own universe remain cooped
Keeping elements at bay in impenetrable spacesuits
Groundhog days repeating the same loop
Defeatism takes root, believing what ain't truth
Aching to trade shoes 'cause by the charade fooled
The pain shoots, but remain mute
The grand wizards of our own self-hate groups
Braid our own noose then, let it suffocate 'til our face blue
We make do 'cause it's been ingrained to
Presume that it's shameful, lame or wasteful
To seek trained professional aid for a breakthrough
Many will say you simply need a savior to pray to
So just get over yourself already
Get over yourself already
Get over yourself already
It's that easy, if you wanna be free
We like, get over yourself already
Get over yourself already
Get over yourself already
It's that easy, if you wanna be free
Look
To say get over yourself already
Is little help when your reservoir's empty
Cursing yourself won't offer a remedy
So never claim you are your worst enemy
Saying get over yourself already
Is little help when your reservoir's empty
If need be, don't hesitate to ever seek
Medicinal aid, rehabilitation, therapy
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Paper
03:32
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No deals pro bono, CashApp, Venmo
Or pass the dough in a sealed envelope (Thanks)
My palms itching, I'm on a mission for large riches
And if you aren't kindred might have to charge interest (Word)
But only if you got corporate funding
'Cause then you're capable of making blessings more abundant
Running a business, don't message or bother me
Unless it's to invest in intellectual property
See Freedom ain't free, neither is freelance work
Leeches thinking something sweet like pecan syrup
Demand what I deserve 'cause I'm worth the loot
Entire purse in full, it's not personal, it's just
I'm a professional, punctual, prepared, personable
A pleasure when I'm working with you
But if my name is on your flyer or promotional page
then I'm supposed to be paid before approaching the stage
So listen
Just pay me, my labor it ain't free
Do me no favors, show me some paper
Just pay me, my labor it ain't free
Do me no favors, show me some paper
Being your own bank-roller before others notice
What you can earn 'em is burden
But betting on yourself in the beginning benefits you when you're burgeoning
Less inclined to bite upon the brie they bait the vermin with
Patience is virtuous, plenty of payless work I did
When my name wasn't worth a cent (Now)
Gotta be properly compensated for hard sweat
It's not that complicated a concept
My rap acumen grew sicker enough that
I'm stacking new ends up, call it affluenza
No sense being indebted to creditors
Be renting their umbrellas when some inclement weather comes
Cold game's getting dirtier, suckers purchasing exposure
That's only earning 'em hypothermia
Poor decisions have pricey repercussions
Ask me to kill it for free? Dead discussion
Man look
Just pay me, my labor it ain't free
Do me no favors, show me some paper
Just pay me, my labor it ain't free
Do me no favors, show me some paper
A disgruntled rap cat wearing his heart on his backpack
Jasper ain't gonna fall into that trap (Nah)
Too cool for that, new fools will splash into
Pools and vats filled with schools of catfishing piranhas
With spinning rods dangling deals and dollars
That would probably appeal to honestly any
Starving artist who could use income help
But through hoops they'll have you jumping like Jim Brunzell
And I'm just trying to make my music, make my moolah
make my way home safe to rejuvenate
consume my plate then resume my race
Not pursued by snakes (So look)
Want me to rap for you, it's gonna be transactional
As sand in the hourglass passes through
Mad cash accrues
Put it on your tab, yeah I'll have to do
So
Just pay me, my labor it ain't free
Do me no favors, show me some paper
Just pay me, my labor it ain't free
Do me no favors, show me some paper
Just pay me, my labor it ain't free
Do me no favors, show me some paper
Just pay me, my labor it ain't free
Do me no favors, show me some paper
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Ready
04:16
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Word, I'm ready
Divinity when I spit, this, literally is my gift
Message to devilish industries is kiggedy kiss my, grits
A minimalist, with little to lose, who's willing to miss
Some frivolous loot, due to a different pursuit, the smooth
Slick slang kicker with no parental stickers
Big bangs triggered by potent mental mixtures
Won't lend image or name to peddle liquor
Commodifying addiction makes these predators richer
I speak life word to Sev Statik, some compassion
Our sufferings, buffering on this web stagnant
High traffic pointed toward trife madness
Short punch the mind out of that pine casket
Cadavers of deferred dreams decomposing form a
Foul aroma hot combing through nostril hairs
That hostile air is a lot to bear
Time isn't a commodity I've got to spare
So listen here
Didn't put blood, sweat, tears in
To not be prepared when I got here, kid
It's on me, so you best to believe
That I'm ready, I'm ready
Didn't put blood, sweat, tears in
To not be prepared when I got here, kid
It's on me, so you best to believe
That I'm ready, I'm ready
Slaying my demons is a gory chore, still hearing
Their hearts beat under my war-torn floorboards
Forward and back, circular pacing with rugged feet
My neighbors underneath say they've heard enough of me
The worm seeking, early phoenix, beating the Sun up
But not in the sense of a child maltreated or punched up
No participation trophies for those making themselves
Too cozy to put weight on their own feet (So)
I shed the tortoise shell, draining my Duracell
Aiming for more rewarding forms of wealth
Unplugged Lauryn levels of pain strumming, the rain cometh
Before the summer solstice, drudging through dark tunnels with glowsticks
In the murk, committed to inner work, live and learn
Now I'm Tevin's second album, Trigga's third
Feeling the burn, doing lifts heavy, wrist steady
When you live ready you ain't gotta get ready
Didn't put blood, sweat, tears in
To not be prepared when I got here, kid
It's on me, so you best to believe
That I'm ready, I'm ready
Didn't put blood, sweat, tears in
To not be prepared when I got here, kid
It's on me, so you best to believe
That I'm ready, I'm ready
Recharged artistry, body, mind, spirit in three-part harmony
Harnessing carnal energy, discharge it upon a beat
The odyssey of broken pottery sealed
By liquid gold soldering
Symbolically bursting through, a banner bearing the only phrase
Of MLK's the youth are made to learn in schools
A speech many misuse to morally persecute
And disturb the movements of persons of certain hues
It's much bigger than just me versus you
Undeterred I stand firm and assert this truth
I bond all the words I spew, even jot 'em
In cursive swoops, to give it a touch personal
Every twist, turn, swerve, curvature move that
Averted a certain doom was a learning tool
Grateful that God is merciful, in turn like staffing services
I got this work for you, Purposeful
Didn't put blood, sweat, tears in
To not be prepared when I got here, kid
It's on me, so you best to believe
That I'm ready, I'm ready
Didn't put blood, sweat, tears in
To not be prepared when I got here, kid
It's on me, so you best to believe
That I'm ready, I'm ready
Say when you live ready you ain't gotta get ready
When you live ready you ain't gotta get ready
When you live ready you ain't gotta get ready
When you live ready you ain't gotta get ready
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High
03:26
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Everybody rise, we about to get very live
Right before our very eyes is a very fly portrait
Captured by photographic memories
Actively basking in revelry
Much better to be living the moment
Than to behold it through a camera phone lens recording
Performing in orbit I'm soaring
From those on the floor get roaring applause when
I come through dancing as smooth as Pam did
In B.I.G.'s One More Chance vid, commanding
Total attention, Can't You See what I did there?
Pardon me if visually impaired, in fairness
I'm gone off endorphins, adrenaline, heaven is
Right here alright, on site
A dose of paradise, mine eyes seen the glory of
Screams of euphoria, enjoying the
High, we getting up
High, we getting up
High, we getting up
High, getting up, get, get 'em up
High, we getting up
High, we getting up
High, we getting up
High
Open bars no liquor license, sober thoughts
The liver likens, to vintage wine sips from
A bottle straight, too turnt to moderate
Brain swirling more than marble cake
Twisted as spiral staircases, amazing how
Hair raising raps laid down in the basement
Prepare pathways to rarefied air spaces
Nearly faint from the elevation, it's breathtaking
Beyond intoxicated or faded
Or what the stakes is, so lifted the
Stage is lit by congregations of Constellations
Moonwalking totally off the pavement
Free from gravity limitations
Astral plane escapist, who be taking it way, way
Some other space and time, where watercolors
Paint the sky, above awaits the
High, we getting up
High, we getting up
High, we getting up
High, getting up, get, get 'em up
High, we getting up
High, we getting up
High, we getting up
High
Bound to launch off stage to shake, the pretty petals off of the
Wallflowers wasting space, you're now in a sacred place
Crowd engagement taken up a level, and you're welcome
If you got a crew you better tell them 'cause
Packed or ten deep, rap intensely
'Til gas is empty, I'll crash eventually
But it's worth the sweat drenched ascension
Take 8 steps to Zen perfection in the next dimension
And yet still dissension is prepared for
Able to sense when some tension is airborne
But we don't need no ego beef, when p-o-v
Is party only vibrations, we go deep
Until we over everything, gliding
Excited, as our wings widen
Free flying, and the reprise is
Keep rising, keep rising
Keep rising, keep rising
Keep rising, keep rising
Keep rising, keep rising
Keep rising, keep rising
Keep rising, keep rising (High)
Keep rising, keep rising (High)
Keep rising, keep rising (High)
Keep rising, keep rising (High)
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8. |
Gospel
03:52
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First of all, my name ain't no damn Almond
Nor is it Tom Sheppard, man I can't call it
Harmless blows from jokes keep me on defensive
'Cause swear to God I don't see a Leon resemblance
My squad deep like we are the guest list
Of another we are reflections
So I'm seen, wearing the Grind Team I.D. band of my brothers
In various colors though currently lime green
Rhyme schemes in my head pirouetting on repeat
'Cause I fear forgetting, they in my dreams interjecting
Like, come here a second, chronic insomniac
To solve a rap respond react no matter the time it call me at
My deprivation ain't a symptom of competitive wokeness
Some militant think piece composers might benefit from a sedative dosage
Oh that's the pot calling the kettle darkness
I object your charges, I'm a sensitive artist (easy)
I'm in my season, inarguably, and honestly
Does no harm to me if you do not agree
Guarded from any armament authored to target me
Last shall be first has been promised me in prophecy
Consciously jot responsibly, pretty common for
People to pick apart seeking to spot hypocrisies
Audiences love to hate, or have something to pout about (listen)
If I was Jay Electronica I'd never put an album out (why)
'Cause cats just wanna listen quick and pounce, devour
During trending hour 'til there's a different mouse
To kick about for twitter clout, I get it now
Why the RZA went the auction house highest bidder route
Bandcamp exclusives priced at big amounts
Touting billionaire financial advice Jigga spouts
Gotta figure out sufficient route to get it while your
Pseudonym is ringing loud, 'cause any minute now
Window may be shut, same way j*davey's was
Even though they had a crazy buzz, sorta makes me numb
Truth in numbers but stats can be deceiving
Canibus was among the hottest rappers during the
'97-98 seasons, ask anybody who was on the scene then
if you don't believe it
They can't erase history when
The witnesses are still breathing, yo
These raps is non-capsuled multi-vitamins, A to Zinc
God shot me with the finger gun and gave a wink
Then hand stamped with an approval seal, I show and prove it's real
Like them old movie projectors with film fed through spooling wheels
My rock, my sword and shield, bless me Lord
With a Twizzlers endorsement deal (Amen)
Glory to thee, these are the gospels according to
Me
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This one here's for my peoples
In a promised land that never planned to free you
Designed to keep you, curled in the fetal, feeble
Stay strong brother we need you
This one here's for my peoples
In a promised land that never planned to free you
Designed to keep you, curled in the fetal, feeble
Stay strong sister we need you
Hold on tight and don't let go
Stay strong, my people
Toasts and cheers abundant, my dear beloved, truly love us
Take in the view and just, admire the beauty of us
Rich in pigment, in spirit and accomplishments
Not the monolith synonymous with impoverishment
Imprisonment and pain we're presented as
Lift black leather clad fists in everlasting praise for the
Courageous liberators, demonstrators
Educators, innovative creatives
The nurturers, entrepreneurs and organizers
Who remind us to keep our heads pointed skyward
Survivors who can testify, that the sentiment
Of never forget has never been lent to our genocides
In this nation, under greed, divisible
Hypocritical, conditional creeds and principles
Peer pressured patriotism pledges allegiance to
To stand for its anthem, we haven't a reason to
'Cause still treated as if our home this only sorta is
Genetic screenings seeking our lineage origins
The lessons they teach us with, their selective
Amnesia, neglect and mislead us
Warp our self-image worse than carnival glass
That picture's been harder to smash than all of us had imagined
Harsh interactions, arguing backwards
Over our views of blackness
Features, textures, complexions, the grandest dreams
Of our ancestors, we profess to manifest it
Yet, still our relationships are contentious
And buying from our own kin we want incentives
And discounts provided, it's high time
We become tribe minded, when in alignment
We share tools instead of hoarding them
Support entrepreneurship and emporiums
Endorse inclusive behaviors, pooling the fruits
Of our labor with our dutiful neighbors
Cultivating villages with care, intentional community service
Health, wealth, and unity purposed
Re-engagement, reconciliations, mediation
Can agree to disagree with handshake embraces
They say home is where there is hatred
So goal is to escape it
But ain't none of us free until each of us are
Can't eat then just leave your people to starve
The strong shall guard the weaker, respond for the meeker
We are each other's keeper
Ain't none of us free until each of us are
Can't eat then just leave your people to starve
The strong shall guard the weaker, respond for the meeker
We are each other's keeper
For my people, this one here's for my people
This one here's for my people, this one here's for my
This one here's for my people
We are each other's keeper
This one here's for my people
We are each other's keeper
We need to get ourselves together
We gotta love one another
We need to get ourselves together
We gotta love one another
To my people
May God bless you and keep you
Make His face shine upon you and grant you
Peace beyond anything man could hand you
Shalom, the wholeness, the fullness
Calm when the waters of this World form a bullwhip
Safeguard over your arc 'til the storm comes to an end
Depart in unison singing Amen (Amen)
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10. |
Better
04:57
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Overjoyed, rewarded another morning, accordingly
Celebratory glee without a performance fee
Gratitude with attitude of love aloud
When it's pleasant out, I never choose to hunt for clouds
Evaporating rain steaming off the pavement
Returning to the firmament from whence it came
It's all circular synergy, the Sun is the centerpiece
Vitamin D deficiencies remedied by its energy
And Mother Nature got jokes when it's silly hot
But a summer breeze got the trees doing a diddy bop
To UV's singing Jodeci's Gimme All You Got
Gimme All You Got, no shade to dim or block
Bathing in all is this limelight, my countenance shine bright
So all apologies to your eye sights
Kaleidoscopic, more than meets the optics
And you ain't heard this from me, 'cause I ain't one to gossip
But
I'm doing better every day, try to be better
In every way, pray my steps demonstrate
I'm doing better every day, try to be better
In every way, pray my steps demonstrate
I'm doing better every day, try to be better
In every way, pray my steps demonstrate
I'm doing better every day, try to be better
In every way, pray my steps demonstrate
This is a mood, me winning isn't in dispute
Sidney Dean missions to move out of the Vista View
Seeing my visions bloom, Me and my Mrs whom
I move in unison with, through life's vicissitudes (yo)
Approval addict, please excuse the habit
Running through traffic is the feeling hearing my music blasting
Admittedly non-committal bar scribbler, on guard
Introvert, small talk's the worst for this
Melancholic temperament, bubble boy with avoidance issues
Overly paranoid of being a toy misused
Do my good for good sake, or choose not to
Don't assume a reciprocal response due
A hard truth for the heart to gulp
To the ego it's like some sharp shards of pulp
But, life ain't a game that is played better angered
Taking less shots 'cause I became a better aimer
Look
Sip some, filtered, spring water in order to
Wet the palette, caress the chalice underhanded
The stem betwixt middle and ring, thoughts
Fixated on trivial things to riddles of kings
The pivotal swings of pendulum decisions will bring
Getting our rhythms in sync involves critical think
Spiritual summers are born out of difficult springs
The prisoner sings of soaring sans literal wings
Persecution complexes, obsessed with, being
Detested, measurements of what success is
Rooted in praise, possessions, pleasure and pedestals,
Wealth immeasurable, no wonder we can never get full
Perceptions are deceptive, optics often co-opted
The cover doesn't match the content
In unflattering lights we critique ourselves
The ways that we speak to and treat ourselves?
Must endeavor to be better, 'cause seeds need investors
They need teachers, mentors, who will inform them
That life's too short for living lukewarm
Shoehorned into a uniform you abhor
Do what suits you, to one's self be truthful
Indulge in what's healthy, useful
Roots that are fruitful, to one's self be truthful
Indulge in what's healthy, useful (Yo)
I'm doing better every day, try to be better
In every way, pray my steps demonstrate
I'm doing better every day, try to be better
In every way, pray my steps demonstrate
I'm doing better every day, try to be better
In every way, pray my steps demonstrate
I'm doing better every day, try to be better
In every way, pray my steps demonstrate
Purposeful
Peace
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