I heard the beat and thought of something beautiful
Forced to be a robot
But seeking for the spiritual
Living this life and end up at the funeral
But meanwhile "be something" but nothing seems suitable
Life is hard but you know what to look for
Love or the friendship n maybe that's to die for
Only one path and ain't no really side door
Writing for the light and this is really my war
So listen when the birds are singing birth that's given
Seasons that changes because earth is living
We take granted of this simplest beauty for the new seeds I rap this intellect music
Another dawn after sun down
Waking with a gun sound no one's having fun now kids crying "mom!" loud
Brightest stars in a darkest night
When I'm losing it I target the mic
Green trees, white waves bright yellow sunlight
Clear water brown dirt to red blood from gun fights
Blue tears gray clouds just another black night
Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic
It's like the smell of the rain that keeps me sane
Like Bob Marley and Miss Hill that ease my pain
I picture the things that don't need to change
Most beautiful things in this world is simple and plain
Like water to quench thirst like the nature that made music first
It's like me taking a pen and writing a verse
If the mind don't give up and nothing is a curse
Beautiful things with beautiful names
Key to this life is to view the small things
And find something you can love for you to maintain
Remember needs and the wants are two different things
Imagine if we never cried imagine people never lied
Imagine every single person in the world have a mind
Imagine this, imagine all the people in the world reaching for the sky
Green trees, white waves bright yellow sunlight
Clear water brown dirt to red blood from gun fights
Blue tears gray clouds just another black night
Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic
As i inhale the smoke of the soul flower
Nothing to trip and no beef and no drama
It seems stupid cuz life is your movement
So take a lil break puff maybe you feel new man
Everybody got its own ways of peace
Family or friends maybe rapping to the beat
Maybe reading your book or journey to the sea
This verse is to thank things what you really need
I like to dedicate this song for the people
Deejays and emcees and writers and b-boy and
Not jut them I'm saying good and the evils
All different paths with the visions of their heroes
Don't be scared with the choices you make
Might regret but if you true at least you weren't fake
As i pray with the pencil paper i say
This life with mic is my beautiful way, bring it back
Green trees, white waves bright yellow sunlight
Clear water brown dirt to red blood from gun fights
Blue tears gray clouds just another black night
Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic