Текст песни Old Soul - Malkovich Music

Burst out on the scene about four in the morning
heard voices calling and started crawling towards them
baby boy James, eight pounds, eight ounces
another pea in a plastic pod surrounded by thousands
destined for something
and all would hope greatness
but by the grace of whoever's in charge we're all fated
some don't make it, some get swallowed by self-hatred
and the chosen few remaining shoulder the weight of a nation
it's a new day
as you laid on a hospital tray
DJ Kool Herc rocked the PJs with beatbreaks and PAs
three quarters of the world is water
a girl is known as a daughter
being a boy you're a son, so that's what we're gonna call you
but no more time to explain where you are or why you came
the movement's in effect
get in step
this is how you play the game
carry yourself correct, always show respect
don't neglect the ones you love, and live life with no regrets
when I came into the light
there were a bunch of people grabbing me
they called themselves my family
it was taken for granted
these were folks who would catch a bullet to see me protected
and on the same token, the same of me would be expected
and that respect's extended to anyone in my friendship
unless it's senseless, moms said "use your head, kid"
"we got a lot invested in you, don't forget this"
single parent, three dependents, this is my life sentence"
if only one message of mine becomes embedded, let it be
that life itself is the most precious of all possessions
see, I owe my successes to these jewels I was blessed with
she put it in me, I really can't take the credit
I just venture on adventures with my bag of tricks
throw 'em all against the wall, and see what sticks

this is for the old souls
the solo is all we know souls
a world full of faces, but we're still lone souls
the people in our lives soon to be gone
and the people who ain't here yet, but won't be long
to the old souls
the solo is all we know souls
a world of faces, so why we all alone though?
the people in our lives soon to be gone
and the people who ain't here yet, but won't be long
things keep changing and I rearrange with 'em
I rearrange with 'em
things keep changing and I rearrange with 'em
I rearrange with 'em
things keep changing and I rearrange with 'em
I rearrange with 'em
things keep changing and I rearrange with 'em
things seem strange because I see the strange in 'em

I leapt and caught a thought and let it transport me abroad
humid Tunisian nights, white tunic clinging to the sweat in my pores
cheap whisky and witty whimsy with a native missy, playing soft-spoken
till the room fills with smoke and I cough, choking
woke into flames
took a breath as if expecting this
but now deep down, somehow feeling doubt I never did
I roamed the realm in fits
saw my reflection through the mist
and there I was, a little kid again, innocence in the flesh
and it's picturesque what I pictured for myself
just a white picket fence, a couple pictures on a shelf
but now my life is something else and nothing is for sure
things that seemed so clear before just aren't as clear anymore
but in sickness and health, I take a dive and stay alive
ain't no talk of suicide, it's do or die, truth or lie
till a ray of light, undetected by the naked eye
shines through the sky
taking me back through space and time
and I could have played it safe
yeah, some moves were made in haste
but I strayed away
and nothing we say can change a thing
even if I had a chance to, I wouldn't trade my place
cuz mad fools been laid to waste
before getting to state their case
so I kiss the floor when I wake up in the morning
looking at my watch and it's about four again

this is for the old souls
the solo is all we know souls
a world of faces, but we're still lone souls
the people in our lives soon to be gone
and the people who ain't here yet, but won't be long
to the old souls
the solo is all we know souls
a world of faces, so why we all alone though?
the people in our lives soon to be gone
and the people who ain't here yet, but won't be long
the old souls