EPISODE · Jul 21, 2023 · 4 MIN

Gracious Giving

from #StoriesAboutSongs · host RedefineHipHop

Gracious Giving What you see is what you get and I’m a sight to behold Or so I’m told…on that fact I haven’t been sold Life is cold, I’m naked in a room full of wolves It’s too dark to see their eyes, but I can hear the hooves Inching In, I pretend, this is the end Then I, hit em once, and then I hit em again 7-3, no A, still I have to say The Drums of Steel will heal when we’re led astray Better days ahead, if you know the way I’m still mapping out my coordinates, I praise the day I take a step in the direction I was meant to tread Worn and dead-beat from this life I led Love don’t spread, sometimes it dissipates instead Tears’ll shed and then regret the things unsaid What a shame, I tried to explain my end game But in vein, now things may never be the same Three times, seven years, 21 degrees Wants and needs neglected while the monster feeds Possibly, you’re just as lost as me I watched my seed grow into a poisoned tree But I’m poised to be, the cure, that’s my sworn decree Born free, but bondage came so naturally Chained down to a system made for my defeat Eyes to feet, mind, to the times I sleep They’re there for their share, leave me incomplete Talk is cheap, mind the company you keep Some will use you up, and toss you off in the heap While others drift away when the water gets deep I’m trying to complete my training, be the best I can be Come test that for me, guarantee, it let you feel free Give and receive, balance is a thing that we need To some degree, if we ever hope to succeed Give graciously is basically the road I trekked Slowly stepped, took time with each new face I met The taste of sweat, tears, and some blood that dripped A whole lot leakage, had to watch for slips I watch clips of life on my memory chips Each moment eclipsed by present time emotional rifts Opinions split on issues that don’t even exist The premise is this, a thought without truth is a myth The proof is equipped to shift all doubt off the cliff The sweet smell of success, breath it in, take it whiff But take it quick, it’s known to fade away, in a blink Cause sometimes success ain’t as real as ya think We need to re-sync, life added wrinkles and kinks Pushed to the brink, sadly it severed the link It’s never too late, to improve on mistakes we make But time we take, determine if it clears the slate