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Lost in Transition
02:46
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People say that I'm legit, others say to suck a dick
I'm only sucking on this straw so I can suck it up n shit
doctors saying although I'm sick it's time to get home
x- rays say I'm a bit bad to the bone
but that's not the issue, the problems that I miss you
like I wish I could be with you, or even better to kiss you
there are fish in the sea but where's the fish in me
drowning in a drying ditch really pondering
my mind wandering making up these spilt decisions
mending definitions to discover deeper inhibitions
like I gotta do this just to make it right
never tie the knot unless you make it tight
I'm right to fight all night just cuz your radical
I've never been a square just an rad equilateral
I'm thinking real, but I'm coming off as fake
the community I've built, a community I thank
My intuition has gone missin,
This is the road I've been given,
Lost in transition.
So I'm killin shit, I'm over it, I'm feelin it and loving it
cookin up the heat, I take your burns to my oven mitt
My Mind My Heart
let's go, let's start
artistically it's mystical, a mystery of mirical
only fears are what my ears hear are unbearable
I feel like I was never really dead
just locked in the brain cells deep within my head
I hold the the key my future, one that I designed
cuz freedom is a dish best served in the mind
let's dance to the music, take the hand of time
No dictionaries fiction, my love is not defined
it's something that fragile so please do not drop
or it will break into pieces but my heart will not stop
because the lights are all green, I will never break
I will fight with my team till I reach heavens gates
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2. |
Get Up (Prod. oDi)
02:53
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there are so many thoughts, circling my head
I think about a lot, and cannot get to bed
my dreams just seem to far to chase
from place to place and face to face
person to person my burdens are worded
people feel so certain, my problems, they heard it
the sound the vibe, my brothers, my tribe
when I'm down I sigh, but happy I'm alive
my feet still meet the concrete everyday
walking to my own beat and looking to get away
mornings are the worst and we can never sleep
day in and day out, like a song on repeat
people never perfect on the surface, it worsens
as there pockets and pursens are the furthest from furnished
we keep on wrapping our heads around depression
that's why I choose to rap about learning from the lessons
we all thinking, like way to much
like who we gunna be when the times get tough
when shit seem rough, the money ain't enough
quit asking for a puff, and get up
just wanna roll around and
just wanna hit the town and
just wanna get down
get up get up
keep your head up
get up get up
clap your hands to the sound
get up get up
no if ands or butts
get up get up
homeward bound
get up
brand new days tend to follow rough nights
when the times aint tight set up your sights
and smile for a while, its alright just wait
let's tighten up your laces and walk to your pace
just dip without a trace like you never looking back
till you runnin lap and straight cookin up this track
tell all your homes it's time to get cracking
and when they look at you whack, asking yo what happened
just say say don't trip and you will never fall
I finally got a grip on reality and all
it's all about loving the life you live
like we gotta stop stressing, we just a couple kids
so let's make most like we makin all this money
being funny with the hunnies, so yummy for my tummy
chillin in the back seat going stupid hyphy dummy
we forget the past weak and now everyday is sunny
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3. |
With Brothers.
03:04
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Yo, sometimes you havin all the trouble
keep slipping, get your feet all out the puddle
rain makes a rainbow, and we're liven for the colors
proud share any opportunity with brothers
conversate the covers, people and the lovers
liberty, freedom, and disregarding mothers
from a couch with the homes, tuning out the music
past, present, and things that make you lose it
laughing at our wrongs, at last we're alright
making up songs, even though we're white
you would think we bums, fillin up our lungs
killin off our liver, saying fuck it we're young
but that's our choice, it's what we chose
And if slip and fall at least I got my bros
To pick me off the ground, saying you fuck
laughing at the sound, it's just my luck
from hangin with homies, happy with my friends
getting high smoking hookah all up in the den
to the time to grow up and call ourselves men
I'll think upon the yesterdays and doing it again
(X2)
Yo, sometimes you havin all the trouble
keep slipping, get your feet all out the puddle
rain makes a rainbow, and we're liven for the colors
proud share any opportunity with brothers
a man making mysteries, ain't a man of history
remembering memories, times we thought as misery
yet we sit around the same table every night
managing to make most of what's dim, bright
that's what we do, ask any of the crew
we smile, and sing, yeah we're stupid it's true
but hey at least we're happy, that's what matters
yet we really recognize when reality is sadder
when our dreams seem big, break apart and shatter
they tell me of our tales, how tomorrow will be radder
I smirk and start saying how you simply are the best
so together we travel, we truly are the blessed
from the tiny tales, to the most trivial of tests
from kicking it lazy, to complicated quest
when people or the past make you feel a part depressed
please think positive and put my poundin heart to rest
(X2)
Yo, sometimes you havin all the trouble
keep slipping, get your feet all out the puddle
rain makes a rainbow, and we're liven for the colors
proud share any opportunity with brothers
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4. |
Warrior (Prod. MG)
03:11
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Lifes a Struggle and I'm a warrior
fight for rebuttals and some inside euphoria
You try staying humble but your pride is destroying ya
Why stay outa trouble when wrote the story bruh
Life's gamble it's how you handle,
it all when it's scrambled laying on our mantel
I pick apart the pieces just to put it back in shambles
And set an examples, life's a pan get handled
like a candle to wax, I'm a furnis to tracks
I'm burnin for racks I'm just Gerdes who raps
I will live furnished with cash, I'm certain of that
Drive swirving like cursive but murkin in caps
You yell ride or die, I'll supply the finest clip
I'm a guy who wants a dime with nice eyes and hips
Driving in the whip High taken hits
light it up lit riden with my bitch
Show me love
Who's got your hand on the button of
Showin' love
You've got your hand on the button of
my mind rapped up, got my head filled
keep steady till i'm dead and keep my breathe still
I run my life like the end is only only ten till
while you like to run your life like it's a treadmill
aint going anywhere straight but im bent on greatness
I lead off home plate to escape my basment
You can bet my fate I'm destined to make it
I shed from my head why youre fed the fake shit
responsibility, at my finger tips
You got hostility flowing out your ignorance
I got liberty blowing on my figurative
I'm killin it villainish why you dealing just to get a whiff
you like I gotta make liven smoking pot for decisions
I'll be rocking what I've written makin guap kissing women
if you're not you better listen, take a shot at my position
I do a lot with a thought , taking shots while you're sittin
I'm just the one tends to fight pretend the end be alright
I defend my friends with mite till we friends again and tight
drinken hen in the den blendin ten drinks a night
you high with the pipe I'm the guy with the mic
while I can flow on the road, you sell coke doing blow
I get up and go while you lit up on dope
why you moving so slow, whose in controlling bro
you're rollin in lies Ill be rolling in dough
Show me love
Who's got your hand on the button of
Showin' love
You've got your hand on the button of
love life, puff tight, rough night, just first
don't pretend we ain't friends and remember this verse
left best with finess don't be impressed be emerced
I'm a warrior with stories, I'm that boy that use to hurt
the one you would make fun of, shunned for all his worth
felt feelings from the ceiling being beaten down to the dirt
Now I rise to the skies while you guys are getting worked
from birth to the hearse, remembered by the the universe
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5. |
Words of Wisdom
03:03
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And she spoke words
That would melt in your hands
And she spoke words of wisdom
Just a california kid with a little bit of wit
live equipt with my shit and spit from the hip
I admit I'm quick to quit and commit when i'm lit
taken hits in the whip seems as good as it gets
time to change, where I see fit
to rhyme and rearrange to fit me in the mix
throw me in the pit and you'll see i'm legit
got a mean team to the top dream big
in the middle of my mind want a little bit a shine
from riddling with rhyme in a little bit of time
people find there passion i'm in a pickle with mine
I scribble from my mind leave the simple shit behind
we all want cars, women and money,
I just want to be proud,
with people thinking i'm funny
a king in a crowd
livin life in the now
fuck the people who doubt
love the people who love me
And she spoke words
That would melt in your hands
And she spoke words of wisdom
You can find me nowadays, skating down the street
on my grind in my town taken days as treat
my nights can't sleep, hay that's great ol me
just lay by the tree, with a face full of peace
life ain't a race, take it at your own pace
and just incase you didn't know, you should take it with grace
don't trace or replace or make haste to make bank
just embrace your own fate and on day you will thank
yourself for being true while you live out your life
wealth or your crew smile it's alright
some don't need school, some stylish type
some breathe to be cool or keep eyes on a pipe
I'm the kind of kid who would overly listen
never getting rid, with burning persistence
simple kind of kid with my gerdes system
I will make it big, with my words of wisdom
And she spoke words
That would melt in your hands
And she spoke words of wisdom
To the basement people,
to the basement
Many surprises await you
In the basement people,
in the basement
You hid there last time, you know we're gonna find you
Sick in the cars 'cause you're not up to going
Out on the main streets, completing your mission
And she spoke words
That would melt in your hands
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Gerdes Petaluma, California
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