FIND IT Somewhere in your soul, the last bit of strength that will take you on home Just find it Somewhere in your heart, to put the past in the past and go back to the start. Selfish Prideful come get an eyeful, an ugly dark stain on a once wondeful resume Leisurely strolls down the road of perdition Leaves a man wishing for his old position I know its so empty but its still so tempting And if I ever lose sight come and get me You gotta dig Shes a jewel in your crown Dont trade a million dollar future for a nickel right now Momma said leave a place better than you found it And looking in your eyes, I realize how profound that is Dig Like theres no tomorrow Dig like you living on time thats borrowed Dig Homie, its in there somewhere Dig like your life depends on it because it does! And grand-mamma touched down, fresh from TX, a block from Ghost Town Natural born rider, a Watts Riot survivor Loved her four kids but them streets were a beast And by Gods grace alone three out of the four made it Now the son of second-born is rocking microphones Its so lovely, I wish it could hug me Its dirty and it stinks, but its mine for the keeps Cold piece of work, the son of a 9- to-5er Civil rights and Vietnam War survivor Told my Grand-papi that blacks were not human But that didnt stop the movement You gotta dig! Find it! The wind sings the songs Of the dedicated few that wouldnt fall head long Just find it Watch me tighten my belt When the prayers of this rapper is a desperate cry for help I desire a higher outcome then weed get you Forgive me if I dismiss you, its aint to diss you. I am not a Rasta, dont let the dreads fool you Though I take Jah serious, if its cool let me school you, dig? I cant say Im not tired Or felt a little envious of names on flyers Empty handed and homesick, though I know my flows sick If yall only knew how cold this road gets, DIG If I ever lose sight, come and get me You gotta dig Im not the artist, Im the canvas Remind me of my own words though I cant stand it Hold me accountable, call me on my laziness Call me by my birth name, look me in the face and DIG If I ever lose sight, come and get me You gotta dig
Posted on: Fri, 04 Jul 2014 07:52:24 +0000
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