E. Osterholm - Final Fantasy lyrics

[VERSE ONE- MC BREW] I always work with my hands But I'm not earning grands or received a grant But still my speech it stamps Writing as freely as I need be Formed a trinity Now we're all a nation groovin' to this Mood of a melody Rastas on safaris The apartheid will never be seen Well at least I hope not A beast from the streets Both dogs so we gotta show some loyalty over Poyo beats Took a roll of the dice Now we're the ones controlling mics And you know that's it's tight Not strictly focused on props, these civilians flow on the spot Brewing up a potion, congruent with the notion To represent Sioux City Whose with the Midwest making commotion So you can feel this like an earthquake that shakes from the oceans twelve These final fantasies- I dove in [VERSE TWO- THE TOP CIVILIAN] No beans magical enough to reach the Heavens So I plant my seed to save the ages from their penance Menaces to society, 40s of malt liquor glory Not the same story or perfect temperature type of porridge Goldilocks prostituting to lions with dreadlocks Waitin' for the dogs and dragon to sheep the flock Take yourself to detox before we rock your socks off Original knock-off, back to get my soul like Faust Got props, charisma, handful of non-winning lottery tickets So give me a cause so I can picket, or a scab so I can pick it Late night visits from Gabrielle's angel- final fantasies Calling me to finish the game. Not a casualty A martyr. For the love of my daughter Trying to be the best father even if the world falters Be bright like the lightning, a life worth the writing Sometimes pain's mistaked as joy and joy's mistaked as crying [VERSE THREE] [MC BREW] A fantasy that's final Enchants me like sitting all day listening to vinyl Written on a tombstone “Who's home? Who knows not? Whoever knew of me?” Sing not a eulogy, celebrate a life so fluently To a ‘T' But yet we have so far to go So get up off that sofa Go outside, play, seize the day like ya mama woulda told ya At ease like the breeze, no loss of composure [THE TOP CIVILIAN] My final fantasy is Heaven, staring friends and family They'd be rockin' a show. My band would be with me Plus my lady and seeds. When I'm there, no need to breathe, I can be at peace Away from a world to get lost in Where freewill chooses sin most often Before the coffin, let the Rastas know I smoked and sang my way to God's Walkman Keep on walkin', and I'll keep the flow Stop your turning and tossing