Songtexte Change! - ThaMonster

I been doing it before that was cool
Calculating my steps, my breath, my moves
Captivating your heart, your stress through grooves
Activating my spells, my thoughts in the room
I been watching how them youngins now move
Salivating about competition
Hungry for the (hungry for the)
Ambulating through the city with a newfound sense
This is me, in my purest form, I don't owe—
To you, this is probably another good song
To me, this is just another therapy session
I got anger, pain from my ancestors' death
And their debts made them sweat, reparations when I step
When I was fourteen, I knew something was up
Needed something to eat and needed something to tuck
Fast forward two years, now I'm glad I'm protected
I know I got a purpose, I'm looking for a message
Uh, when you're high like this
Co-signs and follows don't really mean shit
Cocoon, the Apollo, the blessings, the bliss
The fall coming from the pride, I gotta chill quick
And I'm tall, gotta kneel down for you
I could really go harder, it's not allowed for you
But don't project, saying that its not in me
It's not camaraderie, know God with me, hold on
I been doing it before that was cool
Calculating my steps, my breath, my moves
Captivating your heart, your stress through grooves
My spells, my thoughts in the room
Back in my bag and I'm elbow deep
The real don't sleep and the dead don't speak
The truth don't matter if you practice what you preach
The lies don't matter when the devil is asleep
These days of frustration (these days of frustration)
We needed salvation (we needed salvation)
Ain't no time for waiting, hell nah (no time for waiting)
Let Him do the saving (let Him do the saving)
These colors mean something (colors mean something)
Pour out for my day ones (pour out for my day ones)
Rock blue like I'm Q but face red like I got rosacea
I heard a wall say "your life is in both hands"
"Either way, good or bad, gotta make your bands"
I gotta choose the good, sticking to the program
Mwadja would be mad if I didn't, I go ham
My father proud, my mother too
The job ain't done, ain't nothing—
Always working, not talking 'bout school
Never hurting, I leave it for the weak
Get into it, under the influence of my peers
Ruined nights making some music
Fought for years against tears, knew I could do it
Throwing up threes for 3, that's who I'm cool with
Back in my bag and I'm elbow deep
The real don't sleep and the dead don't speak
The truth (don't matter if you practice what you preach)
(The lies don't matter when the devil is) asleep