Langston Thoreau - Rising lyrics

Sportsman [Verse 1: Great Scott!] This about my process, less about my project Greatest rapper ever, and I ain't even died yet Changed the whole world, I ain't even tried yet How high can I get? Real men shine make the fake brothers side step Do this for the nobodies writin' in the projects Michelangelo painting God in the building Mic like his paint brush Slaves in the ceiling Brothers in their trance Waste time always grilling No catching feelings He ain't see our mothers cryin' Show no love for our children The will to live was gone and never taught nothing Just white girl and chrome 26 inches and poverty in our homes Blitzing the club with no property owned ...that's why you are not my equal You did this for the threesome I'm out here rapping for the people MaxClique sh**, there ain't no sequel Until the bubble pop These kids need love and the loveless Glocks A little less Ross and a lot more Pac A lot more Malcolm You don't see the pain then you are not about them How do you please God while there's kids out here grinding? Stand up, pa** y'all Fools be reclining Max Clique gold words shine like diamonds Can we please remind them? [Hook 2x: Henry McCoy] We fall to get up We rise to live for MaxClique coming Never did give up Hiatus to hate us Fuel every move I'm falling to the sky Don't get it confused [Verse 2: Langston Thoreau] I dream to fly on the sunniest of days When I close my eyes and remember your face Remember that face, a place where I heard my heart tear My eyes tear like old men on high chair Who once ruled the world from the sky, yeah My mind wanders, my mind ponders My mind wanders, my mind ponders My appearance was arrogant I flew outside my head just to get some errant sh** Everything I think was everything I thought Flying solo missions, picture getting caught The only things I bought, I couldn't take with me Speaking gibberish in a diaper when I'm sixty I'm filthy, like the South in the 50's Like a white boy with a hair piece Like a black touch with a six piece Hate me when I'm here Dead and gone, then confess to miss me Sometimes life hits me, I stop to take it in But the realest dark clouds are misty Is he a man or a god or a peasant? Where I'm heading, follow me Reach for god, never said it Be easy, be easy... Most of these problems is beneath me [Hook]