Lyrics Summertime Snapshot - IIIA

It's a Summertime Snapshot
Everybody Fine
We just taking shots
Summertime we gone whine
We gon pop off
Only time we gon ever ever
Get shot
Only time
Black boys gon get shot
Forever framed
We gon be famous
Just watch
Summertime Snapshots

The summer scored my youth
Blue skies reflected my heart
The shapes of the clouds
Well, that was
My first relationship with art
Warm rain on my skin
Long days just to think
C'est la vie, french broken
So you thought I said lovely
Well spoken
So I move candidly
Hold my chest
Don't hold my heart
You smile
I know you, you know
What this about
Three weeks later fucking
On your momma's couch
Fuck you to the point
You start to hope again
Used to be a pessimist
Now you talking faith
And destiny
The weaponry was apathy
Shielded by love
But cruelty, poisoned me
The prices we pay for peace
That lens does feast
Upon your memories
Writing this
From the belly of the beasts
Where I fear no evil
Just me
Bought flowers
For your grave b
Ain't I romantic
Ain't this just bliss
Three shots no witnesses
It's a summertime

It's a Summertime Snapshot
Everybody Fine
We just taking shots
Summertime we gone whine
We gon pop off
Only time we gon ever ever
Get shot
Only time
Black boys gon get shot
Forever framed
We gon be famous
Just watch
Summertime Snapshots

Saturday barbecues
Kept me good
Kept my belly full
Sunday morning cartoons
Kept me up
Drawings plentiful
Momma in the kitchen
Looking tired
Cooking soul food
Every grown up look sad when They watch the news
Especially when they black
Twelve year old headass
Was mad confused
But less than a year
I would suffer too
Common theme of black life
Pain is a primary tool
My soul framed
In the pictures with you
Babies lost in the blue
Paper chasing, nevermind us
We fell into the pool
Their charity is Chaplin
Before hand me downs
Became sustainable fashion
Passion was rhythm
The grooves
Sailed on wavelength
In the music
Shipwrecked on your nation
Will you let me be yours
I'm yours
I'm yours
I'm yours
I'm yours
Will you let me be yours?
Summertime

She said I'd love you
Regardless of what it takes
Separate the real from the fake
Wound up in hospital
Last time I took a leap of faith So here I am
Ready to do it all again
The spoilt apple
Beside her, the cider
Left me drunk on hate
This cyanide journey will end
At pearly gates
Maturity doesn't increase
With age
Reality is not
Confined to a stage
I've seen blood
I've seen water
I've seen wine
I've seen no separation
In all three at anytime

What am I, with you
Who was I, before you
What will I be, after your gone
Point that camera to my skull
Point that camera too my skull
It go like