O'hene Savant - Beautiful Things lyrics

Going out to 24th and Nicholas, things will be more, Holly Street Verse 1: Let me clear my whistle and get to my bulk of issues Is it true? People claim rappers gotta be criminals If not it's implied or I guess it's subliminal I never was a gangster, more of a painter I just love the studio more, I ain't a saint bruh I believe rap can do more than top charts If you got heart and this is what Pac taught So my art tries to embody what I know's real To most ‘cause it's inside me Just a touch of reality from the life-imitates-art writer And that's why it sounds unique So now you see what the music'll bring Guess that qualifies as an unusual thing Sing, if you know what true music could mean Tell the world about O'hene it's a beautiful thing I'm saying (Sampled artist singing “beautiful things” on repeat) Verse 2: I got Jill Scott in my Discman, I love that disc man She made me proud to be from North Phil I grew up around 22nd and Lee High Where n*ggas'll squeeze Glocks over some Reeboks Mothers'll be high whoring they self For a hit while they kids be supporting they self Needles in the parking lots where the kids play Them older kids break it up with their switchblades Granny's dismay shown on entire face She pray to God her grandkids get higher grades Seeing straight Fs, them cats hookeying school On the block selling rocks just to rock them j**els Inconsiderate, that's why Bill called us illiterate Them ignorant n*ggas come to your doorstep with ignorance So think about it when you moving your ‘caine On the same block grandmama's moving the cane Those ain't (Sampled artist singing “beautiful things” on repeat) Verse 3: My second child made heaven smile Even though when I was told she would be born I was in denial, I couldn't believe that it was possible God would do this again Even though I had been irresponsible Me and my first barely kick it I'm busy writing raps making beats ‘Cause I believe that's our ticket Dig it, I see it like if I blew up Then my daughters wouldn't grow up the way I grew up Having to duck strays ‘cause you playing on the block If not get shot you laying on the block Or sniff pot, six cops are spraying on the block I'm looking for the day that it stop Peace and justice are (sample: “beautiful things”) Can you feel me? The world is lost There's more places than Philly ‘Cause really I just wanna do a few things To travel is to learn and that's a beautiful thing I'm saying (Sampled artist singing “beautiful things” on repeat)