[Hook: B.L.A.X.SMITH]
Sometimes we open our eyes and can't see
The feeling of our heart, inside, with no beat
Open up a window outside, with no breeze
And if you know you're blessed, then what's better to be
Open up a window outside, with no breeze
The feeling of a heart, inside, with no beat
Sometimes we open our eyes and can't see
And if you know you're blessed, then what's better to be, haaaannh…
[Verse 1: Bavu Blakes]
If you know you've got it then what's better to give
Get ahead on your biz, how's better than if
Gotta pa** down what we put together to kids
We investing in them, they need better to live
And we got all we need, so all excuses aside it takes a man to provide
Who's ready to ride instead of playing Pinocchio being nosy and wishing
Sometimes we open our eyes with no vision
Condemning ourselves, feeling depressed
Even if you don't feel it yourself, really you're blessed
It's like we say we're alive but can't breathe
Believing lies between the lines but can't read
Sometimes we're hearing the message but can't do
Complaining as if the solution ain't you
Think of eternity, spending it beautifully
And if you're blessed then what's better for you to be
[Hook: B.L.A.X.SMITH]
Sometimes we open our eyes and can't see
The feeling of our heart, inside, with no beat
Open up a window outside, with no breeze
And if you know you're blessed, then what's better to be
Open up a window outside, with no breeze
The feeling of a heart, inside, with no beat
Sometimes we open our eyes and can't see
And if you know you're blessed, then what's better to be, haaaannh…
[Verse 2: B.L.A.X.SMITH]
Now, I've been traveling here for a few years, I can cut the tension with a few shears, had a couple rainy days forecast clear, potholes in the road
It's over now, last year
They say I'm getting too old, they're counting cla** years
Not to mention what I've done these few past years
Pay attention, listen, learn to what you have here
Negative energy's an enemy like a bad peer
So, why you knock it, judging me by what's in my pocket
You tried to hock it, instead of sticking to the knowledge
This ain't the kind of information that you get from college
This is the art of salvation from when you're paying homage
I'm on the right road, I got a light load
Getting heavy in the Chevy, climbing heights though
I'm still in fight mode, until it's time to go
Control your own and be careful for what you're fighting for