Story Behind The Song

Observing life on a day to day basis

Song Description

Much of the worlds problems and focus is on power, money, self indulgences. Focus on the beauty of music, art, poetry and the environment around and you'll find fulfillment and could, in fact, change the world.

Lyrics

Some just want to be a high class thriller
Others on the corner as a cocaine dealer
Pales of the rock to the block get smoked
And the "G's" with the cheese get the high class dope
Longhing on his back is a crooked plitician
With his hands in the pockets of the drug coalition
Deal it out, smoke it up do it again
It's the theme of a story that is never going to edn
So if you're in the government or any other brotherment
Stab 'em in the back and consider it a punishmnet
Seed of the greed wouldn't help no charity
Fretting all your money makes a heart grow numb

Chorus
Get up and feel music & art
Put your poetry in motion and your ride will start
You hard head honey wait on yourself
And be so proud of your environment
For the world if nothing else

Life, Christ, haste, taste to waste
We can work, lurk, slave the day to keep pace
Find time act the crime flow the rhyme
As if the click sticks the pick pulls the blinds
Bend down touch the ground feel the sound
Equipped we spit licks and rip murderous riffs
If you're feeling it too, it might be blowing your mind
My feet the same street my nose the same line
Relay the message to the king of the boat
I said we're all gonna die if the bitch don't float
Witha bowl and a bud I'm gonna drink this flood
Quench my thirst with the heights, town, love
Ice cold hands run across by back
My eyes grow dim the rope goes slack
We skip this skiff all across the waves
With a cat named Fish and a bootleg slave

Chorus

We can chase the boom boom rally in the Pent House room
We cam pimp outh the night while the worlds out to get right
Up top there's a kick ass band, a hell of a jam
My brother's got a lyrical plan
So don't be so greedy share the love among the needy
You can roll the shake but just watch out it's seedy
Ride the fire with every spliff I burn and it's fine
Desire with every riff I learn.
So won't you get off the mic and let me break the ice
They say it's rude to steal, slap chicks and bag blues
You can teach the ways of the new wave peace
Through the songs we love and the words we all keep
It would seem your color if you broke my snag
If I slapped your mother would you smoke my bag
I've seen more dreamers than a sure cat knows
And I made more brothers than a broke left toe

Chorus