Thrilla

Old-school

Old-school like them summer days I woke to with no clue

Feel it on your skin, the cold truth, it cold soon

Yeah, that's how you know I'm local, I'm local

Where I'm coming from we soulful, hopeful

This time my brothers going global, bi-coastal

Get in touch with me by postal, not with the social

I'm off the edge, at least I'm close to, the bitter snow due

I'm feeling vocal

Marvel in reflection, just a blind man with another sense

Balancing potential and its negligence

See, you wasn't born like this, arsonist

It doesn't just come like this, hard to digest

In your chest, speak it, but it don't exist

Uh, I be the old-school thrilla

Back in the winter in some loose-fitting linen

Uh, yeah, and then my phone does not pick up

Ghost with the shimmer, see the light bulb flicker

Uh, yeah, and all my darg dem are realer

Soaked in the liquor, but the soul see it clearer

Uh, yeah, I put the wave in fruition

Got the ocean in my system and it 'bout to follow through

Follow who? These brothers saving face and I can't relate

Was jumping train, looking at the planes, now they feeling strange

I got a taste, this that bitter-sweet heat beneath your feat

Won't play it safe, visions in my dreams, who do you believe?

They fear the change, looking hollow, tomorrow dividing barricades

Thought I saw the future coming close, but that was yesterday

Way back on the island, grandad cutting up that sugar cane

Told me love is violent, but nothing good painless anyway

Uh, so I'm just waiting by the riverside

Just watching time go by

Ay, and if you don't know what the river's like

Uh, you should take a dive, no lie

I lie behind the madness, I was vanished, now I'm showing late

Life with no escape will make you feel a way

But there's magic in the sadness if you watching when I levitate

I celebrate this moment like I know my fate

Aye, aye

3AM dancing in the rave on my lonely

3AM dancing in the rave, rave, rave, rave

Uh, I be the old-school thrilla

Back in the winter in some loose-fitting linen

Uh, yeah, and then my phone does not pick up

Ghost with the shimmer, see the light bulb flicker

Uh, yeah, and all my darg dem are realer

Soaked in the liquor, but the soul see it clearer

Uh, yeah, I put the wave in fruition

Got the ocean in my system and it 'bout to follow through

All of my lows looking the same

Swallow my pride, channel my rage

Where have you been? I've been away

Under my skin, stuck in my ways

All of my stress put on a page

What I possess is in a blaze

Nothing to say, just get out the flame

Cover your face (Look, look)

The energy blessed, watch where you step

Crack in the pave, made it to west

When are you coming? I tellin' 'em "Next"

Now you're feeling a breeze, and it blow your neck

Sick of these brothers, I'm sick of these figures

I see through this deal and my shoulders is killing

My head stay lif' up, lif' up

In the stu', this is a stick up, stick up

Paving the way like back in the day

When the cane-rows came tight like the bars I write

Five-foot-nine, but still look up and it ain't my time

But you still look up, living on a high till I fall down

Looking out and the sun don't ever come down

Till it dark outside and the kids still out

Till the dawn of the morning the kids still out

Looking crazy, yeah

On occasion with me

It's amazing, yeah

How you hate me, yeah

3AM dancing in the rave on my lonely (Lonely)

3AM dancing in the rave, rave, rave, rave

4AM dancing till it's late on my lonely (Lonely)

4AM dancing in the rave, rave, rave, rave

Uh, I be the old-school thrilla

Back in the winter in some loose-fitting linen

Uh, yeah, and then my phone doesn't pick up

Ghost with the shimmer, see the light bulb flicker

Uh, yeah, and all my darg dem are realer

Soaked in the liquor, but the soul see it clearer

Uh, yeah, I put the wave in fruition

Got the ocean in my system and it 'bout to follow through

But why don't you ever call my phone?

Why don't you ever call me?

Why don't you ever call my phone?

Why don't you ever?

And why don't you ever call back home?

Home

You can't forget about home, so what's home?

Home

Melody and bones chilling

Young lust and skin dripping

On a vibe ting

Writing, make pictures in the silence

Intermission

Summer nights caught in transition

Ain't no small-town heroes when protagonists missing

Back home where the heart is

I was feeling at my darkest

Back home where the art is

In the grit that won't tarnish

Phone got no charge then

But it got the same digits

Holding a same-day ticket for a visit

On my way home