Shad
Luckey 1's
Verse 1:I can't derail, I train hard then relax on tracksKeep the brain sharp, hittin' like an axe on waxAxe never touch trees, meaning I don't puff weedBut I hope to plant much seeds before I must leaveBelieving that hope growsEven in this stone-cold bitter am peakOld souls sold like it's AntiquesRoadshow, 'cept they're so damn chicThey preach the new science from the program sheetBut they won't find us, it's hide-and-go-seekTo control minds like gold mines in MozambiqueWhere the folks can't eatSo I stroll to a slow jam beatSlow dancin', life's no grand prixNo race, no pace car and there's no shortcutsAnd no one's that special, there ain't no shortbusThe core of us is simple but dignifiedWe don't simply live to dieLook through the inner eyeLook in the skyChorus (Brendan Canning and Lisa Lobsinger)Verse 2:Now I'm a cynic but I try to keep my heart warmSongtexteHuman beings start warsBut I believe in peace, even for DarfurFrom hardcore to humour to hereWhere we stare in confusion at a future so nearGotta take the speck outta your eye it clearAnd if I'm gonna point fingers, better point 'em at the mirrorRefections, I reflect on lessons of my 26th yearDirecting this next song hereSee, y'all know the drill like ExxonI guess wrong moves is experienceLike stairs, step to on, yeahAnd I don' talk biz, and I don't talk downNo kids talk, but I don't talk bigGetting' gas like pop fizz off of pop hitsI don't gotta say 'real talk' cause all my talk isPop quiz: who can define loveSo many blind bluffs, they can't feelThey'll never find usChorusVerse 3 (Kamau):My folks love me, I feel lucky, you've all loved meBut feel funny inside, the world's real uglyGod save us, this hard labour and breakin' backsAnd the sands of time, every step we're makin' tracksThe hourglass that last faster than an hour lastOr so it seems, more dreams they will come to passAnd nightmares, they flare up like the flames eruptThe same dream I used to live, now I gave it upAnd I've been savin' up, but money doesn't come quickIt comes and goes like the daylight, one shiftAnd one sip of the well water, it makes us liveForever, we're still here whether we take or giveAnd it's survival of the fittest by the thinnest threadWhen Father Time moves the minutes, what is in his head?Not even in control of what we must becomeWe're not far, so I guess we are the lucky ones
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