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Amel Larrieux & The Roots / Glitches
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You live, you die and spend the years in between
Asking the question why you've been through what you've been
You lose, you win, you even pay for other's sins
But you must always adore the skin you are in
I woke up and it was pouring down rain
I put my head on, it really wasn't no thang
One of them days I was feeling immune to the pain
Threw on Alice Coltrane, smoked and sang
And wrote this flame composed to the rhythm of the droplets
And wind whispering similar to gossip
The kicks slapping at the window glass
Slow down the globe so it don't spin too fast
Because I've been running like a river since
The age of my early innocence
It just made me ambitious
My grams used to tell me, "Man listen
If you can't burn, don't step into the kitchen
You muscle your turn, the laws of the land vicious
We gotta stick to the plan which is, pursuing true riches
Before we trade stock and wash dishes"
Throughout setbacks and few glitches
The big picture's the focus
Fuck being hopeless or helpless
We not selfish so we wrote this
To give it to ya, make you feel good
Know what I'm talkin' about? C'mon
You live, you die and spend the years in between
Asking the question why you've been through what you've been
You lose, you win, you even pay for other's sins
But you must always adore the skin you are in
Yo, from the parquet floors to the 50-foot ceiling
I pull the heavy black curtain back now revealing
The sun beneath the velvet, and like it was mine, no one else's
Embracing the beams, yo, I felt it
And stood there, feeling it get in charge
Turn me loose upon the streets, a young poet at large
Out in the world, up against tremendous odds
Some'll let it break 'em and they throw in they cards
But my squad remain focused when we going for ours
And we don't do it for chains or do it for cars
And we don't do it for lames or do it for broads
And we don't do it for fame, we do it because
It's for the young, black, gifted mind
Living the story of the most twisted kind
Turbulent times swirled around they dome like a turban
It gets disturbing, feeling alone in the urban
But maintain your grip, for just a little bit
I'd tell you it's all good but that's bullshit
Let's just try to feel good, yeah
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
The spirit knows when you're meant to blow
Up the rivers you row by the seat of your soul
With your past in tow and the seeds you sow
Are destined to grow even after you go
You live, you die and spend the years in between
Asking the question why you've been through what you've been
You lose, you win, you even pay for other's sins
But you must always adore the skin you are in
You live, you die and spend the years in between
Asking the question why you've been through what you've been
You lose, you win, you even pay for other's sins
But you must always adore the skin you are in
You live, you die and spend the years in between
Asking the question why you've been through what you've been
You lose, you win, you even pay for other's sins
But you must always adore the skin you are in
You live, you die and spend the years in between
Asking the question why you've been through what you've been
You lose, you win, you even pay for other's sins
But you must always adore the skin you are in
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