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letra de the vine – jay’ major

[verse 1:]
(yawk! yawk!!)
i don’t remember what my priorities are
but mama always screaming
“set your priorities right!”
if you never do it then some priorities might
conflict, get in a priority fight and they might die
hand’s to the bible, eyes to the world
i set my hand upon the mic
and got my sight to the world, sight to the world
only a matter of time till it becomes my focus
binocular vision with different views
i see nor hear nor speak no evil
if you scared tell the reverend the demons tried to eat you
i live in the same house with the reverend
but outside here, i’m starting to be…
(seeing and hearing and speaking all evil)

[hook:]
do it for the vine
(i ain’t gon’ do it)
do it for the vine
(i ain’t gon’ do it)
do it for the vine
(i ain’t gon’ do it)
ok, ok i’ll do it

[verse 2:]
there’s a real life i know
but a body that’s getting old
in a world that’s feeling cold
and your fears are making you cold
build a fire at home
trying to stay warm by yourself alone
“love in your heart”, something you don’t know
is the secret to warm so you getting colder
there’s a real life i know
and some real things that don’t perish with you
when you leave this world
but values don’t leave alone within words
build a fire at home
in a stack of wealth but still feeling ‘lone
and that wealth would place security for your soul
but securities must come to foreclosure

[hook:]
do it for the vine
(i ain’t gon’ do it)
do it for the vine
(i ain’t gon’ do it)
do it for the vine
(i ain’t gon’ do it)
ok, ok i’ll do it

[verse 3:]
now ad been asking “what you want?”
you got a shot at the fame with the money and the cars
mr. will is been asking “what’s your song?”
“the psalms over piano’s and guitars?”
“singing c-mbaya trying to get in with the stars?”
that astronomy talk had me dreaming ‘bout the mars
but i want it all
hommie, i’m not just talking these words i record slowly
in the midst of my hallowed dreams my fingertips
would start to write
at the same time would try to strike cords to express p-ssion
in the same light
as wagging tongues would start to lie
that a servant’s reward is a body that’s clothe-less and an
empty stomach that would start to starve
and a stomach that would start to starve
my mind is derailing on quite some occasions
black could be white, and white is caucasian
compromise asking for hugs and next kisses
it’s still love but purpose is losing them feelings
for the cause i go
to the cross i owe
my life and all my living
could i pay what i owe?
so we out here chasing things that be catching feelings
but infatuations don’t last, nah!

- letras de jay major