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• Artiste: Grouch, The
• Titre: Breath
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Well you can make any day the greatest day Just visualize peace when you play this I'm not saying my whole life's a meditative state But I was calm, cool, collect when I laid this Call me The Grouch But I don't get upset Kick a verse through the speaker get my gooda then jet Back to my fam I live the life of a man Two cars, two dogs, a wife, and a plan I told you I was makin' sense All else will make you crazy like following trends But keeping up with the neighbors won't save ya I'm deep enough to know myself now that's major And I'm proud of me No male figure to teach me how to be, oh well Too eager to reach outerly, I should've known If all was good at home, I wouldn't have grown I put it in poem to show 'em a better way Something abstract and clever not led astray Break bread, make good, awaken We takin' this hip-hop back to self creation Meaning I can say whatever I want And I don't gotta act a certain way to make a chunk Ain't a punk Just because it's not the same as before Temptation lures, but my aim is pure It used to be stress, now it is breath It used to be broke, now it's invest It used to be fated, and now it's controlled It used to be underground, now it's known It used to be young, and now it's classic It's still good music, and it still is magic I still am feelin' true to myself My family, my friends, my everyone else And now I'm smarter I put a filter on my water And I bless my home cause I'm raising a daughter Can't be a porn addict no more that's smaller Than who I'm supposed to be Hoes, please don't holler (Hey, Grouch) I can hear the call of the wild Another man down, swallowed by the mob of the crowd But I hold my ground, speak loud Tell 'em simple is the new cool, young fool Sober is the new drunk, pregnant's new skinny How long you gonna fuck the world and ride on enemies? Supplied amenities, I use 'em I don't rely on crutches, though plus it's oozin' Out the pores of my skin, pure truth And when combined with a beat You feel the music Literally healing movement Watch the expressions change from blank to student And all the people say "Don't stop doin' it" So I won't be one to badly influence them again. Just feel my soul as ink from the pen. I think, fill a hole for every now and then It used to be stress, now it is breath It used to be broke, now it's invest It used to be fated, and now it's controlled It used to be underground, now it's known It used to be young, and now it's classic It's still good music, and it still is magic I still am feelin' true to myself My family, my friends, my everyone else