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letra de faith - the four kings (tfk)

[intro: fortissimo]
this song is dead—
yes sir…

[verse 1: authentic intelligence]
cashing and counting sheep
got all the world asleep
dreaming of wolves that keep
the watchful eye
of slothful pride
in the form of brioche
that your mama needs
to move on up
from out the ghettoes
to niceties
the gouda life it seems
’til you realize the ties
that strap unto your families feet
so that you never reach
the opportunities
that you could get with cheese
like passing down your cheddar
better than bursaries
but aspirations
only coming after saving beans
postponing your desires
’til y’all got whatcha need
a tale of cash
ruling everything around me
the proverb which only
produces itches worse than i-vs
[chorus: amir royale]
my life need a little more
god these days
if my father isn’t sick
then it’s my mind these days
guess my dreams ain’t big enough
i’m sleep deprived these days
lying to my friends
like i’m alright these days
three state houses
up on my keychain
i got six different businesses
on my keychain
i ain’t flexing ‘bout my taxes
death and i became
real close once i gave
my soul to jah
with a little fate
and a little faith
i ain’t doing fine dawg
i’ll be doing great though
as long as i stay sane

[verse 2: el dorado]
sunk in my seat
making sparks with my lighter
blew fire, i’m free
in my soul
these stained glass windows
are fragile from the cold
witness a scene
inside’s an image
a solemn-less dream
but in my mind
all you gon’ find is the grief
lil’ g, really been off the stoop
since uncle lou was cutting up
hanging out on the roof
like pad see in noodles
or robbing, i’m stealing food
aladdin and looting
once upon a time in a hood movie
few lil’ n-ggas
moving with the wisdom of the ’jects
and a few shootings
my man got a dime and a nickel
for murder and an attempt
now his son is a freshman
and he locked up in the system
the same as him
when does the cycle end?
[chorus: amir royale]
my life need a little more
god these days
if my father isn’t sick
then it’s my mind these days
guess my dreams ain’t big enough
i’m sleep deprived these days
lying to my friends
like i’m alright these days
three state houses
up on my keychain
i got six different businesses
on my keychain
i ain’t flexing ‘bout my taxes
death and i became
real close once i gave
my soul to jah
with a little fate
and a little faith
i ain’t doing fine dawg
i’ll be doing great though
as long as i stay sane

[verse 3: r3frence]
26 years and counting
how many breaths is that?
how many times have i held you?
maybe you held me back
i come to god with my crises
i’m in the doctor’s chair
he wants my hands
pressed together
he says i’m stronger there
but that’s a habit you build on
not just a last resort
i wanna be in the number
i want that good report
i hope my family outlive me
i hope my name is carried
by sons and daughters, a vision
before its gone and buried
26 years and counting down
’til i see promise land
’til then the closest i can get
is holding grandma’s hands
then pray her mother’s
will sn-tch you right out the flame
have no shame, call his name
and you shall be saved
[chorus: amir royale]
my life need a little more
god these days
if my father isn’t sick
then it’s my mind these days
guess my dreams ain’t big enough
i’m sleep deprived these days
lying to my friends
like i’m alright these days
three state houses
up on my keychain
i got six different businesses
on my keychain
i ain’t flexing ‘bout my taxes
death and i became
real close once i gave
my soul to jah
with a little fate
and a little faith
i ain’t doing fine dawg
i’ll be doing great though
as long as i stay sane

[verse 4: authentic intelligence]
substance of things is hopeful
the evidence not seen
might be the only reason
that the people still dream
of accomplishing feats
without perceived credentials
or even certain responsibilities
it conjures jealousy
from every judas judging
do like the clocks is running
and watch the groups you keep
because all company
ain’t rooting for your peace
they just be jumping bandwagons
switching up on teams
just pray you hold the sermon
to sus out all the sleaze
slithering in your gardens
thinking your grass is green
a bunch of brutus’s
out tryna cap the king
unaware of all the karma
that their deeds will bring
but inspite of it all
make sure your soul still sings
of heavenly mercies
and all them other things
a tale of blessings raining down
all around thee
like brick and mortar
falling like walls
made out of dripping water

- the four kings tfk

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