Текст песни Listen Close - Davecreates

Yo, listen close
DC, who do you see when you see me?
Check, ah, ah

Listen close (Listen close)
Please listen
I've been on a mission
Since he told my soul go fishing
Better listen close (Better listen close)
Please listen (Yeah)
I came here to give you God and rhythm
(Better listen, yeah)
Listen close (Listen close)
Please listen
I've been on a mission
Since he told my soul go fishing
Better listen close (Yeah, listen close)
Please listen (Please)
I came here to give you God and rhythm
Better listen
Yeah

Listen close
I provide perspective
Living water be the beverage
Filling you with freedom
Feel it when you need it most
Look, some will not respect it
What was you expecting
This is eagle talk
Chickens only see the floor
It's a minor
They put us down we only take it higher
I look around and see my people
I thank the Lord for who he blessed me with
But still so many sleeping, on that sedative
That's not my concern though
I came hear to give em vibes
My only concern is to those who he gave me, right?
Gotta keep my vision tight
So I keep the circle tight too
Life is sweet with my homies
I don't mean type two
To my people in the streets
To the pent house earners
Are you living free
Or is your heart still burdened?
Are you living for approval from whole nother person?
Or do you wanna hear
Well done my good and faithful servant?
Woah

Imma have to show em how it goes
The beat switch like the British weather going cold
Take a Snapchat break
And they say you're going ghost
I say put me in a Rolls Royce (Yeah)
Then I'll know
This is poetry
Hear the flow it speaks
Hear it tell you bout the view I'm seeing
From the window seat
I can see a lot of obstacles
So I skip on beats
Weaving in and out pockets
Like Messi dribbling the ball at feet
In the city streets
Come and see it's peak
Come and see the reason cops and coloured people
Having beef
Fresh meat
Still blood in it
How long will it take till they discover it?
A family had to change their whole
Life plan because of it
Ever since the medic told the walkie talkie
Man down
Dad's gone
Son you better be a better man now
Mamma never planned for this (She didn't)
There's no going back from this
Politicians washing their hands of the politics
Modern day Pilate's
Modern day Pharisees
Boasting of their ignorant innocence
Sin city casualties still bleed (Woah)
Do you feel me?
I'm just tryna figure why there's still greed
Till I realised
Snakes still swing on good trees
We are no different to Adam and Eve
We can be tempted by a smooth voice in the leaves
I just pray (Woah)
I just pray we cut it at the weeds
At the weeds yeah

I just pray we cut it at the weeds
We're living in a twenty first century penitentiary
Lord please let my people go free, yeah