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letra de the heights - siyah

[verse 1: siyah]
it ain’t all good ’til god got ya
i just wanna live proper
honor my papa
take care of my mama
stay away from drama
any and all kinda
seems to me like siyah
tryna be the next dalai lama or something
when i knew him he was about was thuggin’
man he must of been fronting
really i was only stunting my own growth
sinking my own boat
basically i was comatose
i just ain’t know it
now there ain’t no going back
only looking forward
seeing all that’s in store for us
i know there’s more for us
strive for peace, but in war then the sword we clutch
prostrate and make repentance ’til we victorious
that’s a must
the other side, that’s a bust
it’s dmpf – only in god trust
still often i feel stuck
from a luck of better funds
but really i leveled up
yea i had a good run
now i’m looking for better sights
reaching for bigger heights
don’t wanna get buried here
want to make salat with christ
yikes, that’ll prolly p-ss off some of my political connects
but what good are politics when you coming correct?
they always coming at ya neck, when they feel you a threat
this life is nothing but a test, so to me i feel blessed
the worst they can offer is death, and that’s already inevitable
and if its time to go, then god said it was so
though
steady watching for my foes
there’s battle for my soul
me and my lower self still going toe to toe
i ain’t been the same since the day we left oakland
ain’t know it was a sin i was just riding to the motion
paying for my old mistakes got me feeling broken
sometimes i go to pray and it’s like i got no strength
my clothes drenched from all this devil’s water
i’m holding on to faith, but each day it’s getting harder
and any could be my last
as a son, father, husband
brother, nephew, cousin
insh’allah my grand kids won’t want for nothing
just understand the abundance of the most high
and on that note, i don’t know if i’ll be rapping at 29
they k!lled kurt at 27, pac at 25
in 4 months i’ll be 28 man how time flies
we’re doomed to it, consumed through it
except those who make good use of it
they the truest, i may be never the coolest
i may never have the newest whip
i know i won’t see the billboards
or the grammy script, i’m better of nameless
we’re almost to the end. (yea)

[outro: melody]
praise be to god
lord of the worlds
most gracious, most merciful
master of the day of judgement
you alone do we worship
and you alone we ask for help
guide us along the straight path
the path of those whom you have favored
not of those who have earned your anger
or gone astray

- siyah

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