More Out Of Life

Lyrics

[Intro: Blu] Yeah, uh A little more, more Yeah, cause we all want a little more out of life Right, right, yeah A little more, more Bless, let's get it, look [Verse 1: Blu] 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 are 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? What? 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 greats 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 salat 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 [Chorus: Jasmine Mitchell & Blu] You are only in debt to yourself Make you sure you only (A little more, more) A little more, a little more Exactly who want this and also (More out of life) Up in it and lonely (A little more, more) [Verse 2: Blu] Yeah, uh 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, yeah Dealing with censorship, sponsorship, friendships Relationships, slave ship minimum wages Racist shit, we gotta find ways to change this shit Elevation, higher foundations [Outro: Blu] A little more, more Yeah, and we won't stop 'Til we got it A little more, more So give it