Lyrics City Kids - Quadroon

I wanna be like smoke, visible space
Go wherever the wind blow, never move to a digital pace
Disintegrate into eternity, I rise with the heat
I'm atmosphere made physical taste, similar traits

Of symbols of saints, integral shapes, and intervals grace
My mythical space, awake, await my individual fate
A simple, single, singal, crinkles like a wrinkle in space-time
We musn't waste time

Any time, I arrive, many rise, eyes dried that already cried, time flies, when you empty your mind's eye
Why why, plenty sigh at the sight of plight

Why oh why, do I try, to make right
My oh my, look at the time, that's life

You're like warm salad, I'm like cold pizza
You're like fake ballots, I'm like real people
Be careful what ledge you spit over
Your words can be curbs that you trip over

Teaching the present instead preaching whats left us
I'm not a pastor nor a past and
I'm notta rapper, more a raptor
Straight jet fuel for your gas can, godamn sam it's like

A Badmon, verse a badman, may the best verse win
With the better jargon, that's the bargain
Only barter, never banter, that's word
To Sean Carter the fourth, man on the banner-praise the father

Why oh why, do I try, to make right
My oh my, look at the time, that's life

While papas take a nap, papa gonna make a rap
Mama in the back so you know our karma intact
Trama a trap, take a trip through drama for the facts
We beyond the hope at last, we wanna detatch

This is maple syrup for your brain
Ain't popping in no pods like a able keurig or vape
Not all hero's wear capes, some sweathshirts
My breath hurts, hell when every inhale is pain

I been there before, and met others on the way-that's sangha
Sitting on the top the game
Spitting that lava flame, Banging on pots and pains
Been kicking rocks for days-but never left my family-that's ohana

Observe and absorb, the abnorm's the new norm
Obsessed with ability, empty but I had to inform
Avoiding annoying sound, loitering outside a chop shop
I had no idea for what is in store, what I was in for

So I float on this tight rope my rhymes invoke
Enscribe the hopes that lines the lines which line the vogue

Why oh why, do I try, to make right
My oh my, look at the time, that's life
Why oh why, do I try, to make right
My oh my, look at the time, that's life
Why oh why, do I try, to make right
My oh my, look at the time, that's life
Why oh why, do I try, to make right
My oh my, look at the time, that's life

I once had a lil brother from the steel gutter
Wasnt my real brother, but it felt like it
Age eighteen, cluttered hip, had to dip
Took cover under an undercover's whip, and shit

That was all she wrote, last note from the fat lady's throat
Echoed within this abyss
Penning this poem from, partial respect
And partial regret if I may, totally confess

Silly city kids, who really spit from filthy phillies licked
Kill me kill me quick, make it fast, take a shit
Do the splits, get your cash, and then dip
This is passed all the past, this is clash meets a clip, click, click, Pow

Savages, and badges and badgers, all active then passive
They asking they asking for it, real quick
Pour the porridge, it's thick, I'm sore and soaring but shit
It's the same day that I lost my brother to the grip

I'll never forget, I'll never forget
I'll try to forgive, but I'll never forget
We was just some silly, city kids