Letras
He the man's most of the one's who's unique
A paragon placed in the land of the bleak
Divorced from mistakes
Galloping around on their ego while we talking regal over breaks
They said, "Mayday, Mayday"
We got these older rappers out here living good like it's still their heyday
Health in the seasoning
Grill diamonds for your third eye for stern reasoning
Pride cultivation for your knees to bend
A prayer heard for the closed eye
How we still here? Only God knows why
A smile on our heart
With a legacy tatted up with legal issues, still, we never tore apart
Apart from that, you can find me clique-free
Never loud, play it quiet like a clown
Forever a proud man, B-plans weren't the same as the A
So we attack the track no other way
We honor the ghosts
The holy ones who actions define the street signs
That shine beneath the light posts
To practice a pillow tattle for someone
To babble your tea to others is not within our oath
Place the letter D in front of the word art, throw it
We end up on the walls 'cause the point sharp, know it
Welcome to season nine, episode B, and ode to the three
Love, light
I don't wanna get no older
The breath of the world feels colder
But within hard living, you can find God giving
His light, love
The truth can be heavier to lift up
But the one who stands steady, not to give up
Is the man who blows warmth in the palm of his hand
Listen, my name's not Charlie, but I'm a brown
Skinned kid just walking around, praising God's gift
And I never sniffed Charlie, but my lines are the lift
Meaning rhymes will ascend while I'm so off the cliff
Either make words that match or words that matter
And weaved with a ladder, climbing higher than your three-feet measure
We are more than a chest with a treasure
I'm do-or-dead like Stuyvesant-Bed
Yet I'm from the county of Nassau, Long Island track long
Live and let give life and when death is within sight
I hope to be surrounded by my seeds
Tell 'em to love one another
Tell my son to treat a woman better than I treated his mother
I was too undercover on the themes of excess
Seem to get it right when I choose to lean and express
Moms taught me better and I still failed the test
And if she's watching from higher heights
Her sight won't approve of certain moves in my manhood
But the hood man is damn good at showing us shortcuts
Left longevity, done with the fork stuff
Now fighting over quick fixes of fame, I've expanded
And who will be the last man standing
With the vast amount of plans in the palm of his hand?
Love, light
I don't wanna get no older
The breath of the world feels colder
But within hard living, you can find God giving
His light, love
The truth can be heavier to lift up
But the one who stands steady, not to give up
Is the man who holds plans in the palm of his hand
Is the man who holds plans in the palm of his hand
Is the man who holds plans in the palm of his hand
Traveling on a long road
Traveling on a long road (sunshine, like eleven acres)
Traveling on a long road (sunshine for sale)
And then, like, another nine acres where it's nothing on it
We believe in Him, we believe
Traveling on a long road (we believe)
Only five cents, come get your sunshine (we believe in Him)
There's so much su-, so much sunshine, I can't see anything