Salloum - Rock With Me lyrics

Take a look at the kid in his prime I got a shine worth the blind of diamond De Beer Sipping wine, thinking crime, pissing metabolites Three rights make a left Imperial impressions deducting impossibilities to practicality- I call it mastery This is how god made me - a sensitive mind I'm going through life struggles one day at a time Trying to keep my head above water Thinking how I'm going to make it How I'm going to survive My harsh conditions nothing but the imagination of my mind So I re-tune, place the stamp of divine on the struggle Crystal clear, my brain - a skull of chandeliers Painting sights similar to View of Delft by Vermeer Coming through and keeping near Reading books and ancient poems I see longevity in the wisdom of the knowing Dreams are very important If we don't have dreams, we wouldn't be able to notify our minds into wonderful things It's like a movie, but you can't stop it unless you wake up I think that it's a feeling Sages throughout the ages Speak of knowledge birthing ways for when Men of sorrow thoughts and obstacles end faded In the shade, sit the weak to fold without faith It's a true story told manifold A reality of this life My mentality, beyond the average Who obtain the average salary But unabout the money The freedom I spit enables me the freedom To imagine all the sh^% I gotta get Star-striped linen poles posted on streets Universities teaching school children rules of the road What's this life made of Nothing but the foul sh^$ they try to make you a prey of But I pray up so I'm walking way above Definitions defined by norms Instigating non-entrance of a prime Made a part of a process To leave you longing for basic enterprises Uniqueness of character spurs birth towards divine worth Beyond the cash money h&*! I hear spitting through speakers The same ones speaking the sh^% The same caught up in the hut With leeches s**ing on their pneuma-nucleus A realm to keep you glued within the tube unable to move Lest you get tagged wacko or weird Now seen as making moves In the eyes of history at least Dreams kind of help you really in real life, really, because they give you clues of the future, but very hard clues Lessons of repression's got mind's suggesting Reasons for attacking forces of protection Curfews set depicted as a blessing Safety of the nation, concealed as oppression Giving birth to progressions Spoken aloud quick to fall through reasons unfound Explanations of the rationale Murdered down for rowdying crowds aloud through The rallying about the foul Souls forbidding to give in to the living given to keep us proud Too many souls giving in to the living given to keep them around In the land of the free rich lives live in misery Where the brave play the game Make a living through their message and the fame Where the untamed aim to gain Unlike the same still thought of as sane Slaining sons bringing mothers pain And that's the game Zoned alone as the lone in the zone Rhythmic beats heat fire-sparked preaches that I speak Wisdom-word verses peak in hearts reached Punctuated, heard, appraised By the hardest who play thoughts of lyrical say Day by day I Picture sceneries depicting blessings Stressing freedom free from oppression Hard to take in stride unanswered why's for homicide Hurt souls turned suicidal en route escaping life's tolls Had them restless, breathing recklessness Feeling unblessed pressed up against thrones of the best Flossing glows, breeding foes, heating beef, birthing flows Soon to cost them in reaping futures to sow Bro v foes going toe-to-toe increasing sums slain Grid-locking gains in seek of aims in close range For some change and a nice chain Gazing to the star shines in hope of finding life in those who died Bodies left to rot, sewn in linen, Lennon and those alike Political decisions hinting in direction of missions Granted completion without progression towards righteous reasoning I formulate a quiet mind moving at a private pace Like the tick-tock of a clock I hearken energies to energize my deeds Keeping faith to cure ills deemed to k** my God-given sk**s Unfearing those proclaimed for being feared The great modern plague- the anxious mind state Creating heaven in hell So everyday I sure as hell cool my mental Washing thoughts away conforming me to world embroiderings Formulating self through renewal of my mind state Searching speakers spitting wisdom In seek of peace and wisdom Hate and fear- toxic chemicals to mold your souls mission Take notice of the cold souls prone to slow the flow of your soul's growth Fa sho, Provocator