like they say another mans trash
is another mans treasure
I just hope someone taking care of you
better, and that somebody is you,
get yourself together
like after a whooping,
and your mama come in the room
not saying nothing but you smell
the food of love cooking,
those childhood memories
act like a bowling ball
down memory lane,
you got nothing but time to spare
and yet you scared of what could be
instead of what already is,
walking around like Arthur
with you hand balled in a fist,
somebody got
over the complacency hump
because there was blessing
they wasn't willing to miss
Niles told me lets build
and I thought of the 4,130 miles
that stretched like within my
limitless mind,
its hard to confine two black men
trying to shine,
infinitely harder when they both know
God is smarter than both of them combined
and is the only one blessing
them with infinite time,
to grind
but so effortlessly,
we seek more than what meets the
eye, and the pride is what
resides in the home of the divide
foolish to think
im not going touch the sky
and if you ask me why,
I'd say we all paint the sky when we get dressed to get fly,
if only we knew the position of riches we was in,
we wouldn't work to get by,
we are walking creations of God's canvas,
we was made deeper than the Atlantis,
but we move shallow,
why is that when another man succeeds you get bitter like aloe?
why is that you gotta be humbled when you mad low?
understanding God is the Most High,
shows why
life is a rollercoaster and why
we all on the ride,
we all artists that got something to paint
and
we already got the paint supplied,
and
now somebody need a painting
that only you can provide.
