I remember back in the day when all that really mattered was what you would say the intelligence in your speech,
What you going to do to get to where you want to be,
Common now and breathe with the ology,
Thatās one part me, one part dude in the back on the oneās and the twoās,
Who would have knew that weād move through the bullshit to come out with dignity,
Truth is you win some you lose some, at times it takes a moment for the mindās eye to catch sight of the things that suffocate you,
But believe me I can relate too,
Donāt you let um get you, music is the refuge, speak no, hear no, see no evil, weāve come here to bless you,
Donāt you let um get you, music is the refuge, speak no, hear no, see no evil, weāve come here to bless you,
In the last twelve months Iām lucky I āaint lost my mind, Iāve crossed some lines of course Iām fine,
I learned what you give is what you get in exchange and in return everybody āaint the same,
They change, they grow, they go, they know, they donāt, they wonāt, let go, so,
I consider this my option B to bless these beats and toss um free,
Iām at a loss to hear this, and think thatās my shit,
For reals yall, itās the kindness in the silence, the kisses in the dark,
The vivid little parts that bring the art to life,
When hearts get sliced at the end of the day,
Put on this song it will all wash away,
Thereās only one thing that can be promised,
In order to break from the cage you must be honest
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