now music music, take me far away from here
take a young man, take him, out the gate from here
now what is music's recipe?
i'm guessing its the rest of me i'm getting off my chest:
see i aint a black dude but i got many to rap
never been a trap dude but my weight ready to pack
cake ready to batter the latter of notes we sung
finer with a minor than major of things to come
now see i'm tryna find a balance of music and things of life
but habits'll break balance and use it to flee the light
i'm usually eating right, and new to me is the bright
i'm typically getting drunk and finishing with a blunt... right?
i see the end it's coming
never been fluent in jumping
so i strap my rocket check my pockets and tell earth its nothing
i'll make my world of something
thank bach for symphonies
then tell my music i'll come to it with lyrics like these... please
now if my mind aint kushing then my pen aint gushing
if my rhymes stayed phat it's typically for the pushing
only space time can rewind my actions
regretting is a weapon the devil is packing
so i keep on shooting
pray my feet are moving
and fuck falling in line i'm tryna be the movement
if i speak one moment
i can hear this music breathing
inhale what i'm believing and to hell with reasons, im singing
(hey oh, hey hey hey oh oh)
wish i coulda given you more than my first name
they say it's best not to bet, if your wager's the same, i'm sayin
i see beginnings opening
last lap potential folding
so i straighten my tie push hate aside and grab this mic i'm holding
i guess it's life i'm molding
music will give two doors
but i board that train get back on track to give this music more... sure
i know its been a while since we've spoken a lot
and i aint had the same smile, i aint joking a lot
but still, i'm using letters with a rhetoric end
whether or not, doing better and my medicine's friends
now i dont see a lot signs, i know youre busy and cool
but if you ever have the time please, visit me too
i know youre planning a lot, and richer than diamond head
but i aint planning to stop, these voices inside my head
wish i coulda give you more than my first name it's day 40 she ain't really put it down for me
but she is living through my veins, in every ounce of me
i know she wanna see her son where all the mountains be
i say the truth will only show what youre allowed to see
i see your spirit shining
never had the best of timing
but if i rock this mic this clock might like my gift of honest rhyming
so count me on it, im in
i'll work this weather on
i swear this music is the sweetest thing ive ever known... it's a better home