Cookies

By clicking “Fine”, you agree to the storing of cookies on your device to enhance site navigation, analyze site usage, and assist in our marketing efforts.
Audio
Text
There are no comments yet
Riddle me this like I'm riddled with facts The ancestors or the ancients keep on coming right back in real form Wise beyond your youth, this old been here before See my shot I gotta shoot and I ain't talking bout me more I'm talking bout the rhythm of life that lasts forever I'm talking bout the song that ain't seem to make you better I'm talking bout the spirit move with wisdom piece together This puzzle, knowledge that make men clever God please don't shut the lights off before our last breath Let it shine bright, light the path direct our steps Let us shun that sin that corrupts our flesh It makes a mess, give us the courage we need to overcome these tests And trials that been tribulating They sacrificing all our children on these main stages Forced to partake in new behavior and we got forsaken That's why the hell I say we're being famous If I gotta say it What do I know? What do I know? No, no What do I know? I know That's why I curse Babylon every time I awaken So just adjust your soul like the kicks you walk in Put your trust in the Lord that guarantees that you gon' win I can't tell you how it will happen, where or when All I know this ain't spin, speaking to the forewinds Like angels holding back needed judgment This life can be dangerous and crazy like Mr. Ruffin On the block with a book and a Glock just dumping These rivers are living water, wise counsel teaches us not how to get caught up It's crowded at the bottom, it's lonely at the top Seeking righteousness so it's no way that you gon' flop They keep on asking when the EP album is gon' rock like Jimmy Hendrix I did, I say probably when the missiles plop Sober thoughts don't need a shot
4
Reply
Copy link to post
Add comment
Follow Us
English
© Stereo, 2024
Get the full experience on the Stereo app
Open app