Lyrics

This elderly man from the navy told me to stay in school I figured if I was in his shoes I couldn't play it cool He told me some of his stories of how he went out exploring For twenty days and every night he had to be placed with tools He said he had to dig a hole every night, wake up and put the dirt back And every day he wondered if his friends would end up bringing his shirt back home But he burst that chrome Dont wanna hurt domes but he learns that song And that morning all I was thinking was coming back home to burn that bong But I heard that long story of sacrifice, the savage life I'll take another savage's life 'fore you have to fight On the other side: his mom, his dad, his wife, the kids, their siblings, a baby, a home, a christmas tree, some lights and presents To come home was a blessing And as he eats a biscuit I seen him as a youngin with a biscuit He finishes, gets up and picks up his cane I shook his hand, threw my tray away and give him my thanks I encourage all my listeners to pay more attention Because our elders are much wiser What they say could be precious And if they're detrimental to you, then you best be respectful Because you're blessed to see the face of an angel before they perish So cherish every moment 'cause you'll never get it back twice When they leave, you'll feel like you never can act right But then before you realized it happened you'll get decrepit too That'll be the moment the angels are sending death for you Not a moment that's too soon or too late You have to close the door forever 'cause it simply was fate There's not a thing you can do to stop it, the moment we face And we can finally figure out just what the hell is this place And I will leave you on this note, cause that record is spinning So don't you waste any seconds and make the best of your minutes When you step in you seal it, when you step out you're the realest All I'm trying to make you do is think (Shouts can be whispers)