Lyrics

Verse 1 (Sivion) I speak the Truth make everybody move This light be the proof on this melancholy groove Nothing to lose cuz my life is consumed with righteousness Might just miss if your mind can't get with this I insist that you listen close Cuz this ain't the type of message that you getting most Some brag and boast, disappear straight ghost from the scene Never to be seen again Can't breathe again just can't keep a friend Too busy bridging the burn to keep feeding the Benz Looking through the wrong lens Optical illusion stuck in pretend mode But we mend those wounds that consume those Then we build you up like crescendos Cuz we all been low it's a matter of fact So take that in your bank roll stack Got one life to live and it's "Hard To Earn" "Dead Serious" waiting for some life to "Return The Boom Bap" to "The Score" when I "Enta Da Stage" "Three Feet High" blessed to see a brand new day Verse 2 (Othello) Yes………fresh morning and I'm up Stretch yawning with a cup for the pouring of that Blessed………it's the new brew Wireless connection like a Bluetooth, black no Ex……tra anything in it No cream no sugar no sweeteners just give it to me straight Pure when I press on on my day I'll be thankful for the way I got started I'm praying for the Next…..one Son up for the quest..ions But I guess I gotta take it how it comes cuz their ain't no guarantees Time is of the essence so I'm trying to stretch…them out Believe me I'm holding on to the moment like I'm doing a song with Steve Wonder and how he sees me Then I recognize with this set of eyes It's more about the way I see things, surprise Verse 3 (consafos) Man, I feel like I've lived this life again Like I've trudged through the muck in a lost step then Kept balance, between my foot and checkbook Until the ledger ran red with ink, and look I put the work in, behind the curtain in Oz And followed every gold-plated road built on facades And at the end of the day, it was just a routine And at the end of the day, I was just a human being And so, I strive to reach beyond my own grasp Past the mic, scotch, and even past the past At last, and at the very least I want peace Or a decent pair of kicks.  This journey don't cease In fact, it lies flat like a figure 8-path Following infinity, then returning right back To square 1, so you can have each day While I'm collecting all the breaths you take along the way  Got one life to live and it's "Hard To Earn" "Dead Serious" waiting for some life to "Return The Boom Bap" to "The Score" when I "Enta Da Stage" "Three Feet High" blessed to see a brand new day