Marcus D - Third Person lyrics

[Hook] This can't be life in the whole And we don't know which way to go Your destiny is a craft of gold A holy treasure to behold [Verse 1: One Be Lo] Compose art, like Mozart take the stage Favorite symphony, Craig G, Rap, Ace, and Kane I'm comin' at 'em, Eve, and Abel Cain But won't hesitate to wave a blade, miss me la, slay the game For survival, keep you on your tippy toes Even with an ankle sprain, (ouch!) Sometimes there's no gain without a major pain Play my roll Damon Wayans A native dance in the soul train'll make it rain All exposed in a naked way We see the scars, tattoos, the varicose veins If I see a barricade I'ma make a way My syntax wall of fame like graffiti on trains Spray ‘em like a drive by for the ones laying in a grave Memories that never fade away Peace! The block letters, shaded shapes And a painted face Cause one picture is worth 1,000 words peep the rate exchange [Hook] [Verse 2: One Be Lo] Pontiac Trans Am transform on the autobahn Mega Deceptibots, beats by the Autocons One Be Lo flow sound warm through the Avalon Power over Megatron, tower over Babylon My iTunes like bright moons and high noons Left-handed writing these haikus Thats a tight screw if you turn The page keeping your eyes glued Looking for the signs and clues your bound to find j**els Buried alive like girls in Jahalia This is not mcing, its the voice inside human beings Its the thread between needle semen The whole point I'm trying to make: Music embrace a lot of people Penetratin' that mental state with stimulation Insemination from generation to generation Real life situations on paper For everybody to understand S.O.N.O.G.R.A.M. labor patients [Clip] “He's wrong, it don't take much strength to pull a trigger, but try and get up Every morning day after day and work for a living. Let's see him try that. Then We'll see who's the real tough guy. The working man's the tough guy, you're Father's a tough guy.” [Hook]