Saturday
Vagabond Maurice, JonFlëtch
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Praise, what's the deal son Is it really real son, is it really real Is it really real son, do you even feel son Is it really real son, is it really real, forreal While they were, driving the boat, I was, soul searching Plotting on the come up, jotting poems from nostalgia The magic reminiscent of street lamps, illuminate concrete When me and my brothers ran the streets A simpler time, redefining my serenity Opening minds, third eye, kind of cloudy I speak to divine, truth, raveling time, loose Picking the world’s fruit, just to break through I sown seeds of Black Thoughts just to bless these Roots Nappy Afro magic, wielding the, thunder of Zeus Exfoliate the poison just to catch my groove They can catch these hands, as I sing my zen The content sounding like Baki standing in an arena Palms full of sand in-sighting the next challenge The next saga is in sight, so I take Flight through the cloak and daggers, gather jewels while in the palace Holy smokes and gee whiz The kids got to live Letting karma do its biz The fears turned to spears Reclaiming all my years Heir to the higher, no entry in my cipher Stop, preaching to choirs ...All praise go to the skies Being fly when I'm blowing that haze up to the skies Going thru the motions feeling unfazed and wonder why In my spot ain't no way they could shake me out my shine I see souls they lately been coming as rain clouds Mentalities flooded up to a storm, no safe sound I'm packing my umbrella don't need to be drenched up Analogy might be lost behind ears all wet up Catch up. Just some imagery play whether you like it or not Weather if icy or hot, still nice if temperatures drop Even when walking those miles, I still remember the stops All toes, 10 on the block, became kin of the spots Stay sick, was never cured, took no hints from the doc I outlasted many men, wish me death from the opps Gotta play it with some sense, handles best with the rock Before it ends ain't no sense to get caught... Good grief Watch for how they speak First to break your boundaries like its really hard to keep Good lord They will lie right out they teeth Out here dry snitching when they hanging with they peeps Is it really real son, do you even feel son Is it really real son, is it really real, forreal
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