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Intro (Coming of Age)
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Taylor Bennett
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I want it more than yesterday And yes its showin' I got a bust down Rollie I was a bust down poet we all went global Only n***a to go oval when they say circles can't stretch Sh*t, if I was really that nice I wouldn't have all this sh*t I wouldn't have all my friends I probably wouldn't have my - Because if I ain't have music Then I wouldn't exist Vacate the stratosphere when I put these fumes to my lips It was always soundtracks when I was losin' my sh*t Just for comfort or cirumfrence on how high I could get How far I could run or How much I ain't know Now I'm part of the show Not just the artist, you know How many favourite artists did you have and where did they go? Movin' these people mouths like puppets And then watchin' them grow And never lettin' them go Gepetto records on repeat Now watch the real boy glow Nothin' tougher than James Brown and muddy water with dishes Diana Ross in the kitchen Poitier on television The few freedoms we were given So submissive to the picture that is played when they deliver In the streets it makes a difference See my skin shade and I quiver I think the key to segregation is the lack of conversation So was fear perpetuation to isolate our nation No more paralysed sedation Just be patient But momma, I'm a spaceship They say I got a strong shot Come on ma', let me chase it I want it more than grade 6 In junior high I stayed lit Tryna find some TV characters that I relate with Blame it all on D. W. Griffith and the slave ships Real talk boy, I was made for this The systematic structure Go ahead and put some waves in it Cut back on these sugar, drinks and drugs to raise a stable kid Cause I don't want commercial vibes Just marathon the way we live Said I don't want commercial vibes Just marathon the way we live I don't wanna go home at night (night) Let's sing more rock and roll Don't tell me that it's not my type (not my type) Please don't speak in codes again that's right (that's right) Turn me up and smoke again (smoke again) Oh, what a night it's been Frankie Lymon, I'm such a fool (such a fool) But I'll fall in love again Cause all my life I was only waiting On this moment to arrive again Back in the days, when I was young I'm not a kid anymore Sometimes, I sit and wish I was a kid again So if I'm not back again some time tomorrow Ooh, child Some things never change It's just the way it is Some things will never be the same The air, is poison I sing song If we tread lightly Call me anything but dismissive Or pa**ive aggressive Focus on movements Not the symbols or message Yes, I confess God moves through these vessels Vest-less, restless, from 79th to Telsas You cannot manifest this That's why it's a hard concept For artists to movie directors You cannot project or protect the message Or the messenger See that's not a job for him and her Thoughts of adding colour to black and white pictures just made it hurt We all wanna leave our mark on this earth so we can live forever I used to want that too, but with that life I can't have heaven See I was trippin', oversteppin' Tryin' to reach when I saw reference Thinking lessons were not lectures And these diamonds do come with pressure All the extras have to exit I got purpose, I got blessings And I wan't y'all to get the message
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