Текст песни Transition - Nerves Baddington

Stand, fight, move, shake
Build, break, reach, take
Stand, fight, move, shake
Build, break, reach, take
Back from the hole that I dug
Head first, dove in the mud
Just a drone in the drudge
To the friends and the foes and the blood
Always show love, comes back tenfold when it floods
Hold up!
It's like my soul's in a cup
Half full, but these fools poking holes in my jug
No shoulders to lean on, just shoulders to shrug
I'm gold in the sludge while you holding a grudge
No rush, waited for forever but you never showed up
Now that's cold as a judge
So doing life without no parole just because
Me I'm sweatin' bullets if I even come close to the fuzz
What?
That ain't right man is it?
They're killing ambition in the white man's prison
Pay attention, they're giving you the right ammunition
But you gon' have to fight man listen
Make a transition
Transition
Transition
Stand, fight, move, shake
Build, break, reach, take
Transition
Stand, fight, move, shake
Build, break, reach, take
Back to the world from which I ran
That ceased to exist
When that shit hit the fan, man
I'd be lying if I said that I was life's biggest fan
But I pledge allegiance to the good fight
For which it stands
From point A to B faithfully
They pray for me
I'll wait and see if maybe we can face em with complacency
Nah
Face it, we look for grace to fill the vacancy
But lately its a second too late, ie latency
Yup
I need patience B
I need space to breathe
Away from all the negative hate that awaits for me
Cause see, that's what happens when the greats succeed
Went from raking leaves just to make cheese
Now I feast cause I straight beast
Over break beats (gotta eat)
Break free, take a knee, man listen
Ambition, put some vision in your damn mission
Try to reach for mine, gonna find your hands missin

Transition
Transition
Stand, fight, move, shake
Build, break, reach, take
Transition
Stand, fight, move, shake
Build, break, reach, take

Back
Take back
There has been a failure of moral courage
And the failure of moral courage is perhaps
Most evident in our community
The community of the artist
This is because the poets, the artists
Have not articulated a, um, moral vision
The moral vision must come from the unconscious
If the artist cannot find the way
Then the way cannot be found