CLEAR SKIES

I be sitting down on the ground by a tree
under a clear sky thinking of what rhymes to write
While under the beautiful sunlight
With a beautiful green site
While sipping on a nice cold sprite
While thinking if I should go on the mic tonight
Making all my lyrical rhymes come in cold
For they not turn mumble when they get mold after becoming old

I be always underneath the clear sky

I'm trying to find the clear sky
To not find the grey sky that will make me cry
I'm fixing my mistakes in the past
Making sure they don't last
As they will go away pretty fast
Just like a distance blast of thunder
Thinking of all the stuff that I wonder
While sitting under God's shelter

I be always underneath the clear sky

I look around
I feel I'm a part of it now
Folding in tangents, wrangle the angles
Bear the particulates out
The key was for me to renounce
With feet in the ground
I parted the clouds
Now Partisan partnership part with the doubt
And martyr the clout
Gotta meet that peace and keep that
Cease that relapse
Feed that back on a sweet track
When that beat slap
Yeah my peeps need to eat that
That is exactly why
JC Christie and I
Write rhymes with a free mind
Light shines in a clear sky

I be always underneath the clear sky
I be always underneath the clear sky