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Verse 1:
It's 7:46,
Im at my window crushing love into this morning spliff,
just watching the doves & seagulls.
White birds mingle and crowd my empty ledges, not absurd,
we all float higher to reaven and feel the reverence.
Inhale the essence, blow it away.
Poner on many lessons learned creating God in a day.
X's and O's, sketchings in my journals of prose,
my margins screaming marginalized,
I think I'm getting better with the eyes.
Flip the pages, track the progress.
We done came a ways from minimum wage and filling projects,
honest to goddess fam, we got this.
Expose imposter prophets with a peace offering,
Hoping it rinses the grease up off him, leat we trying something.
New solutions help the story unfold,
bystanders keep the story on hold,
find the roots in the soil of your soul,
dirty fingers in the earth grab hold:
(Chorus)
Soul,
Growing like the rose in the snow
Yo I know,
They told us that's impossible,
that's just an obstacle like when your mind under matter,
defy yo own laws of nature,
you can edit the chapter.
Just let your soul, glow.
Growing like the rose in the snow
Yo I know,
They told us that's impossible,
that's just an obstacle like when your mind under matter,
defy yo own laws of nature,
you can edit the chapter.
Verse 2:
Look,
Mothers on their way to work,
and brothers with them baggy shirts,
and corner stores on neutral turf,
and uncle drinking plastic bottle whiskey,
add the filthy and the few,
it equals you,
and homie with the golden tooth who always screaming from his stoop,
yo.
Hungry babies,
bag ladies,
hipsters dressing like the 80's,
bang the music they would play me singing la-di-da-di,
fathers armor-all-ing tires on the big bodies,
sisters sneaking out the back to try and make the party.
Gangstas out there telling jokes,
and preachers tryna sell you hope,
and plays craving loos smokes up in them stairways,
and brothers marking on the wall cause it's fair game
and little sister writing poems on her birthday:
we got this,
we are the authors,
the culture doctors,
so we create the peace we want to see instead of profit,
we can stop this,
generate some options,
and let our heart take hold:
(Chorus 2x)
(Outro)
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Peace, Fam ,
released April 6, 2017
Produced By: Malci Attkinson
Engineered By: Brok Mende
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