Lyrics:
as a trombone
Down in New Orleans
I'm still blessed by the road
Yeah the highway's my friend
I sow songs like Johnny Appleseed
Wherever I jam
I got a 4-Track mind
now
At war with my inner child
Have been like all my life
But all of a sudden I'm feeling discomfort
Cos if I don't do then the dream will die
Never
find the dream that lives on
I was a child, (was a child) that dances with dragons
Ooh-ooh
Never before have I felt so alive
Childhood memories, father
like an even simpler Simple Minds
If that's possible
But I could pretty much watch anybody perform, to be honest
One of my favorite performers is
fucking ugly.
I fuckin' love it.
Took this nigga by his throat and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it.
It's simple insanity.
Just a murderous
til the promised land is reached
Golden child from the Golden era with the Golden Fleece
Golden state of mind
Til the moment I'm deceased
Live from
lives up in the south
Simple shit for me but what I speak increase the mental drown
The simple sound of keys turn to a Beat
The rest get spoke aloud
why your friends are dying around you slowly
Infected by my deeds, poison in my throat
God, do I have to live anymore?
If I took my life and someone
to late minds simple bible times, complex lines and
No disrespect to god or your religious sect
See I sin seriously so I have to sincerely believe
But
got to give
Cuz honestly life is to short to not give it all that I can
And with that frame of mind I guess you could say it's all pretty simple man
back in my day
Actions followed by consequence
This simple lesson I'll drill into your head
When you murder innocence
There must be recompense
I'll
I don’t mind, no I don’t mind, I don’t mind the rain
Simple things and subtleties, they always stay the same
I don’t mind, that I don’t mind, no I
cyclical, simple civil obedient people
Are gonna die, because they can't live my life
All eyes on the small guys making small noise
In a small town with
To only live a little while and die, you could have saved
But I believe that in your eyes this little child was something special
And you wanted it
the world
To only live a little while and die, You could have saved
But I believe that in your eyes
This little child was somethin' special
And You
they do not make a sound
Know who the boss is, I'm not heartless, but know I don't play around
I'm where the lost is, no deposits, still making it by
I awoke, well the Child he was gone
But somewhere in my mind
I believe he lives on
And somewhere in my life
Between here and the end
On a long
it tight, a'ight (you're all)
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live (I need)
In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids (to get by)
Word life you
judgement
Tried by jury of my peers but where the judge went?
What will my legacy be?
Who will my enemy be?
In due time as I write this rhyme
I don't
temper
We must endure hardship and reduce our needs
Work with our hands and mind our business
We are artful and creative beings by nature
Allow
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
Yeah I’m a simple kind of man
Simple kind of man
Yeah don’t worry about it..
Yeah I guess I’m a simple kind of man
And I wanna live a simple
like a knife
I've been trying to understand these signals all my life
But how could I, a simple child
Hope to find what the finest minds
Before me failed
let it pass you by
Life is sweet, and it's yours to live, so give it a try
It's your boy Ijay
It's Ijay killing on the beat
Ask, Seek and Find(and
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