Se Réveiller - A COLORS SHOW

Live from Jamaica, Queens

The way south side

South side, this side takes the waste out

Our higher vibration stay shouting for Papa

Why hate the player?

My mind’s on the future

You could say in the cloud

I probably wouldn’t still be alive living the now

We believe truth can survive under denial

Thousands of **** way more braver than I could ever be died younger than I will

Body, baggy quite wiser than an owl

Them nights at my momma house could never make a sound

When life handed lemon, made the lemonade sour

Them nights way way ago way ago make it count

I broke my halo but I pray he don’t take it down

Them naysayers said to my face I won’t make it out

I made a little bit of paper but there ain’t no bank account that pay for the bake that’s owed to me

Whole block of fake **** hating but say they proud

They could say for their selves

Make it safe for yourself

Twice a year, it takes all the patience within myself not to make a mess with the belt but I’d hate to make this about that

Ain’t a lame in the world could get to me

It takes way more than words to tempt me

Gently, the ancestors told me “Protect the memory for the turn of century”

I had to learn the end is written like a journal entry

I been with women who insist a **** learn his history and accurately predicted ****’ll turn against me

Half the murders in this city due to hurt and envy

My little cousin suggested I keep a burner with me