Glide

Sometimes words don't fit
Do my best stay on my
I can't quit I cannot quit
If you don't know how it
Don't know how it is
You ain't put as much as this
You ain't work til you was
You ain't work til you was sick

I be sick with it
Bout to have a fit man I gotta
Get a lift gotta get up out the pit
Can't get stuck up in it
Said I gotta finish
It's something better
Something something
It's something better than the cheddar I ain't chasing cheese
Told my family that one day we got feel the breeze
We been working underground we been hearing sounds
Buildings all around us man they bout the come down
It's so much destruction up in the world
Man we gotta switch it up
Gotta lift it up, swear we gotta pick it up
Litter on the ground, you ain't know it was a crown
You ain't know it was a crown cause you royalty
Why would you stab your folks in the back, where the loyalty
I just pray to God that I meet a shawty that spoil me
We go through the toil, no crumbling, fold, or foiling
Even if the temperature round us get up to boiling
I can see these problems need a facelift
You can hop in it I got room up in my spaceship
No I'm not abandoning the trip
I'm just gonna get my chips up, come back with some dip
And I ain't worried bout the drip, I'm the water co
I ain't even focused on who harder yo
Brick walls easily fall when there's a call for it
Babylon came tumbling down
This an episode from the new renaissance
And Imma metronome who be singing his song
And I be ticking with time I'm chugging along
This the part where I actually write

Uh, let's get it
I aint scared no wasteland
Being Black is a building block Imma mason
Yeah I come from a lineage
Where they steady preaching that patience
When the day arrive for celebration
You start take account of your relations
Everybody wanna say they knew back when
Where was you on other side of fence
You was in a house we was in a tent ay pitching
Life might hand out whoopings
But I bet you we ain't switching
When it get most difficult is when you need to listen
Know I'm supposed to be here
Cause they still be out here lynching
Still be out here lynching
There's a lot of children lot of women that are missing
That mean there are holes hearts that truly dearly miss em

My people think about me cause they know I'm out here fishing
I just want us living in a way that more efficient
Can't imagine praying to a God that's not omniscient
One that makes me stronger when I practice inhibition
If I count my blessings it'd be greater than a census
Cause each day is really plus one
Each breathe and then each thought I have let you know that I'm custom
I'm Pragmatic
Was an asthmatic
Now my bad habit
Be the rushed lungs



Credits
Writer(s): Victor-alan Weeks
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