JAY' MAJOR - THE VINE lyrics

[VERSE 1:] (Yawk! Yawk!!) I don't remember what my priorities are But Mama always screaming “Set your priorities right!” If you never do it then some priorities might Conflict, get in a priority fight and they might die Hand's to the Bible, eyes to the world I set my hand upon the mic And got my sight to the world, sight to the world Only a matter of time till it becomes my focus Binocular vision with different views I see nor hear nor speak no evil If you scared tell the Reverend the demons tried to eat you I live in the same house with the Reverend But outside here, I'm starting to be… (Seeing and hearing and speaking all evil) [HOOK:] Do it for the vine (I ain't gon' do it) Do it for the vine (I ain't gon' do it) Do it for the vine (I ain't gon' do it) OK, OK I'll do it [VERSE 2:] There's a real life I know But a body that's getting old In a world that's feeling cold And your fears are making you cold Build a fire at home Trying to stay warm by yourself alone “Love in your heart”, something you don't know Is the secret to warm so you getting colder There's a real life I know And some real things that don't perish with you When you leave this world But values don't leave alone within words Build a fire at home In a stack of wealth but still feeling ‘lone And that wealth would place security for your soul But securities must come to foreclosure [HOOK:] Do it for the vine (I ain't gon' do it) Do it for the vine (I ain't gon' do it) Do it for the vine (I ain't gon' do it) OK, OK I'll do it [VERSE 3:] Now AD been asking “what you want?” You got a shot at the fame with the money and the cars Mr. Will is been asking “what's your song?” “The Psalms over piano's and guitars?” “Singing cumbaya trying to get in with the stars?” That astronomy talk had me dreaming ‘bout the mars But I want it all Hommie, I'm not just talking these words I record slowly In the midst of my hallowed dreams my fingertips Would start to write At the same time would try to strike cords to express pa**ion In the same light As wagging tongues would start to lie That a servant's reward is a body that's clothe-less and an Empty stomach that would start to starve And a stomach that would start to starve My mind is derailing on quite some occasions Black could be white, and white is Caucasian Compromise asking for hugs and next kisses It's still love but purpose is losing them feelings For the cause I go To the Cross I owe My life and all my living Could I pay what I owe? So we out here chasing things that be catching feelings But infatuations don't last, nah!