Lirik Lagu Modern Marvel - Mos Def
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This desire...
[Mos Def Singing]
I come home high and she start to cryI can't take it..A brand new excuse does me no useThat won't make it..She at home with the kids, this is no way to liveWhat can I say?I know it's surreal but I'm a hard headed stillDo things my way..
And it's so strong, soo strongIt's like I'm dying..Trying to hold on, my body says oh no oh out there..Flying, the price that I pay for the game that I playAin't no game at all..I'm up in the clouds and I'm spiraling downNothing breaks the fall..
And it's so strong, so strongIt's like I'm dying..Try to hold on, my body says oh no oh out thereFlying..Sounds of the sufferers pray
I come home high and she start to cryI can't take it..A brand new excuse does me no useThat won't make it..She at home with the kids, this is no way to liveWhat can I say?I know it's surreal but I'm a hard headed stillBlack Dante and it's so strong..So strong..So strong..So strong...
I'm out there flying..Flying..Flying..Flying...
This game is fantastic..desire...
[Mos Def Speaking]
Killers..this life this lifeLovers..this life this lifeHustlers..this life this lifeThieves..this life this lifeGamblers..this life this lifeNiggaz..Crackers..Children..Mothers..Fathers..Lovers..Neighbors..Hungry..Full..the beautiful..the stars..the distance..the close..the stars..The heavens..this lifeThe floor..this life this lifeThe high..this lifeThe beneath..this life this lifeAll..all..everywhere..everywhere..anywhere..somewhere..home...
Come on, this how it goes on..Ghetto people in the world today, get up!Ha! Look alive, breathe..wooh!Ha! How it goes...
[Mos Def Rapping]
Mother, mother...Head in her handsHer first born son dead in her handsThe whole thing was a setup, a scamThey knew it was set up and plannedNiggaz he worked with wet him and ran, and thas..Brother, Brother...But son, I don't see no brother hoodAll I see is thugger hoodGet rich and fuck the hoodAll they want is some good smoke from the hoodLookin for the shorty good stroke from the hoodThat's how they touch the hoodBut when I touch the hood, I'll make it brighter, blackBecause I'm brighter, blackAnd I'm so black I'm bright, shine through the blackest nightShine when I'm live, shine via satelliteShout in the hood, we get the pictureCuz everytime you out in the hood, you got photographers witchaWhat's going on? Ha!
Understand this is real life..This how it goes on, this how it goes on...It keep going on, this how it goes on...Ghetto people look alive, get freeGet involved, remain to breathe...Ha! Wooh!
If Marvin was alive now, wow..What would I say to him?Where could I start?How could I explain to him??I know the minor world would probably look strange to himWould he feel like today had a place for him?Global imprisonment, sickness, indifferenceWhen he said, "Save the babies," was we listenin?When he said, "Mercy, mercy," did he really know..That decades later we'd still be killin folks?Or did he hope that we would realize..That we the first, the son of earth..The moon and stars, the great beyond..We black and proud, we brave and strong..We raise it up, we quiet storm, forever fresh..And keepin on..?
Ha! Ghetto people look alive and free, ya get real..This how it goes on, and you say you sayThis how it goes on, and you say you sayThis how it goes on..Ghetto people look alive and free and breathe! Ha!Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat!Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat!Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat!Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Got the beat!
There ain't nothin to be afraid of..Ghetto people look alive and free, ya get real...This how it goes onThis how it goes on, keep goin on..This how it goes onNow breathe!Marvelous, marvelous, marvelous, Marvin Modern Marvel...
[Mos Def Singing]
I come home high and she start to cryI can't take it..A brand new excuse does me no useThat won't make it..She at home with the kids, this is no way to liveWhat can I say?I know it's surreal but I'm a hard headed stillDo things my way..
And it's so strong, soo strongIt's like I'm dying..Trying to hold on, my body says oh no oh out there..Flying, the price that I pay for the game that I playAin't no game at all..I'm up in the clouds and I'm spiraling downNothing breaks the fall..
And it's so strong, so strongIt's like I'm dying..Try to hold on, my body says oh no oh out thereFlying..Sounds of the sufferers pray
I come home high and she start to cryI can't take it..A brand new excuse does me no useThat won't make it..She at home with the kids, this is no way to liveWhat can I say?I know it's surreal but I'm a hard headed stillBlack Dante and it's so strong..So strong..So strong..So strong...
I'm out there flying..Flying..Flying..Flying...
This game is fantastic..desire...
[Mos Def Speaking]
Killers..this life this lifeLovers..this life this lifeHustlers..this life this lifeThieves..this life this lifeGamblers..this life this lifeNiggaz..Crackers..Children..Mothers..Fathers..Lovers..Neighbors..Hungry..Full..the beautiful..the stars..the distance..the close..the stars..The heavens..this lifeThe floor..this life this lifeThe high..this lifeThe beneath..this life this lifeAll..all..everywhere..everywhere..anywhere..somewhere..home...
Come on, this how it goes on..Ghetto people in the world today, get up!Ha! Look alive, breathe..wooh!Ha! How it goes...
[Mos Def Rapping]
Mother, mother...Head in her handsHer first born son dead in her handsThe whole thing was a setup, a scamThey knew it was set up and plannedNiggaz he worked with wet him and ran, and thas..Brother, Brother...But son, I don't see no brother hoodAll I see is thugger hoodGet rich and fuck the hoodAll they want is some good smoke from the hoodLookin for the shorty good stroke from the hoodThat's how they touch the hoodBut when I touch the hood, I'll make it brighter, blackBecause I'm brighter, blackAnd I'm so black I'm bright, shine through the blackest nightShine when I'm live, shine via satelliteShout in the hood, we get the pictureCuz everytime you out in the hood, you got photographers witchaWhat's going on? Ha!
Understand this is real life..This how it goes on, this how it goes on...It keep going on, this how it goes on...Ghetto people look alive, get freeGet involved, remain to breathe...Ha! Wooh!
If Marvin was alive now, wow..What would I say to him?Where could I start?How could I explain to him??I know the minor world would probably look strange to himWould he feel like today had a place for him?Global imprisonment, sickness, indifferenceWhen he said, "Save the babies," was we listenin?When he said, "Mercy, mercy," did he really know..That decades later we'd still be killin folks?Or did he hope that we would realize..That we the first, the son of earth..The moon and stars, the great beyond..We black and proud, we brave and strong..We raise it up, we quiet storm, forever fresh..And keepin on..?
Ha! Ghetto people look alive and free, ya get real..This how it goes on, and you say you sayThis how it goes on, and you say you sayThis how it goes on..Ghetto people look alive and free and breathe! Ha!Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat!Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat!Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat!Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Got the beat!
There ain't nothin to be afraid of..Ghetto people look alive and free, ya get real...This how it goes onThis how it goes on, keep goin on..This how it goes onNow breathe!Marvelous, marvelous, marvelous, Marvin Modern Marvel...
