Lyrics:
Oh these desires to be somebody better than I am
Trying to be a man the best I can – never good enough it seems.
O look around; What do I see? God,
Outside the box he's thinking
External shocked, he's sinking
In search of a God, he's first in the pot, it burns like the shots he's drinking
Man
Drawn
By a lust for gold
A captain who rode on an old wooden ship
Hoarding fortunes untold
He sailed through the stretch of the vast seven seas
of widows
Which bites at the waves and wings of gulls
Under the man slept a sullen shadow
A grey ocean needing a moon to lull
Strained oars had given under
Man X went up to Man Y,
Stepped in his garden and spat in his eye
and said ‘I aint movin' your grass is greener-
you wanna settle this name your
But the old man strongly clung to the wall
Because he was afraid to get out and to fall.
So the spirit touched his heart with its hand.
It took him by
Da Vincii
Yeah
Took a lil break Nah what I'm saying man
Had to come back tho I think niggas forgot how I give it up
Whole Lotta Hate
Whole lotta bank
along the page.
How old will I be before I come of age for you?
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
IV. Seasons Of Man
for me And yes I really hate old
But the reason things how they appear cause this how they stroll
They by meaning life congratulations You found yours
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
Lashed to the mast, splashed by the spray of the waves as they crash on the bow
Searching the skyline, his heart in his throat as the wind chills
time and we will see
There is no waiting for me
But I am always waiting for something
There is something there in the lights
By the fire tonight, chasing
Bill Thaxton was an ex-ranger
One of the bravest by far
It's said that old Bill was the fastest man ever
To pin on a ranger's star
Stories about him
walking if you're talking the grape vine
I'll waste time. Need to take on the job at hand.
Got skills for this professional typical certified wise man
From
hangin' by a thread better than hangin' by a rope, see I'm hangin' wit my niggas til I'm hangin' wit my niggas, can't you see they tryna kill us, man it's
my oar in
It's raining it's pouring
I gave you forewarning
Shawty, she's storming I'm navigating her torrents
Shawty, she's h***y I can tell by her
of them too
Were ushered in by Old Doc Brown
When we made our first debut
Tho' he needed his dimes and there were times
That he'd receive a fee
He'd
I'll bet you wish you'd let the old man fall on his head
& tumble down the hillside
Cause looking back on it & holding your hand out instead
It seemed
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
Like my old white man
And all his old white friends
Judged by my old white skin
One day I'll be an old white man
With old white money in the bank
My momma, in 1967, pickin' cotton
While other blacks was gettin' liberated, boycottin'
My old man was a player, ain't no hidin' that
He started
the things they have told you
now a prison hulk lies anchored in the bay
I shall be dragged back in chains to Old England
Where I'll three times meet the tide
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
been by my side
Since we've been 50 years old
And we're both 85
Oh baby
Oh
All this time you've been
By my side
You will complete my life
And you'll
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