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We all know life can get hectic |
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But if you live in the second, |
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You exist in the present |
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And that's how you stay connected |
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Go through good times and hardships |
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And if you learn to accept it |
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And know that every struggle in life, |
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Is there to teach you a lesson |
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It's times like this that make you |
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It's always the darkest part of the night, before the sun has it's break through |
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The spirits will knock you down, |
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But if you make that the end |
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You will never know the beauty |
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Of being able to stand up again |
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And face it, with patience, |
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The Pace set is Deliant [?] |
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With judgements and hatred, |
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Repressed hopeless feelings |
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But I've been told, |
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You only create your own ceilings |
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Life is limitless, |
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And knowing this is what the spirit is |
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That's why I try to inhale deep, so I can find peace, and it can find me [?] |
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That's why I lose myself in these beats, |
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Let myself become one with the drum and set myself free |
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Whatever direction life leads me, |
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There is a purpose behind it |
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That's the way it was supposted to be |
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And any time you can turn over a new leaf |
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Y'all know the truth, |
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It's up to us to use the key |
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Been three years since my first album dropped |
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It's been fear that's really got me stuck on the spot |
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Not wanting to put out anything whack |
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So inside of putting licks on my tracks, |
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I put my lips to a sack |
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It's easier to spend your life drunk, |
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And high on drugs |
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Than to put everything on recording, |
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And put it out to be judged |
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We look for the audiance, |
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To put their hands up in love |
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But when they put their hands down, |
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Our confidence really takes the plunge |
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So instead of putting out, |
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Something people might not like |
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I traded my mic in for the pipe |
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I lived the college life, |
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Drinking and smoking every day |
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Rationalizing to myself, |
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That I was going through a phase |
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Then I stopped, |
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Thinking my music would take it's place |
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But when you live in fog, |
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Inspiration is hard to create |
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It takes more to get connected, |
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Than to quit smoking every day |
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And when I get frustrated I get a Swish, |
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And get blown away |
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Then all of a sudden it hit me, |
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These kids are listening |
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If I'm not making music, |
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Then why the fuck am I existing |
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How can I talk about the problems, |
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Of some one else |
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When I don't have the motivation, |
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And confidence to change myself |
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It's been so long since I really truly felt |
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What it's like to live without substances to help |
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[?] |
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With addiction in my blood, |
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I play the cards I was dealt |
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The wind is the most calm, |
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Right before the storm |
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And when you least expect it, |
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It doesn't rain, it pours |
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I swear to God you can never be warned |
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Because with or without that umbrella |
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Nature is still gonna take it's course |
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That's why I try to inhale deep, |
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So I can find peace, and it can find me [?] |
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That's why I lose myself in these beats, |
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Put away the weed, And turn to my MPC [?] |
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C'mon' |
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If I could change, I would change |
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If I could change, I would change |
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If I could change, I would change |
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If I could change, I would change |
