Gripp - Place to Be lyrics

[Verse: Gripp] There are a couple of weeks before Atlanta shakes the winter off When the air is thin and soft and my mind wanders Getting lost in its thoughts not of the Pentecost Or hateful words in a mosque or a synagogue Or politicians riffing or the vibes they're giving off Or generals commanding their soldiers in a war The world's a little torn. I'll admit it isn't all That we are wishing for. This is my missive, ya'll We spend our days occupied by our life views And all the bullsh** we feel we have to fight through Struggle or we might lose footing. Get the right shoes Make the right move or it'll come back to bite you We're not meant to be so mired in the entropy Centipedes of the universe scurrying endlessly Working through malaise for the pension, haven't slept in days Pensive. I'm a slave and this desk is just a cage. Question: How are we different from the other ninety-nine percent Of species that perished without anyone noticing? Another three billion years down the road Who is gonna give a f** how many records I sold? We're the anomaly, the philosophical zombie hypocrisy Animals that see themselves consciously. It's got to seem A bit odd to be so invested in the monotony Yes, I should just disconnect logically. What's stopping me? Well, there are a couple of weeks before the spring sweeps Through Atlanta's grim streets making tree limbs leaf The air gives me goosebumps, sun descends Watching how mauve the sky becomes again I realize I waited all day to see this fade and bleed Of reds, blues, grays, and greens A hundred fifty trillion meters shining rays to trees Man, this Earth is a f**ing beautiful place to be. Go... [Hook: karen.alise] It's so beautiful So beautiful It's so beautiful So beautiful