Glitches (The Skin You're In)(featuring The Roots) (Radio Edit)

歌詞

Chorus (Amel Larrieux) You live, you die And spend the years in between asking the question Why you've been through what you been You lose, you win You even pay for other sins But you most always adore the skin you are in (Black Thought) I woke up and it was pouring down rain I put my head on, it really wasn't no thing One of them days I was feeling immune to the pain Threw on, Alice Coltrane, smoked and sang And wrote this flame compused to the rhythm of the droplets And went whispering simliar to gossip The kick slapping at the window glass Slow down the globe so it don't spin too fast Because, I been running like a river since The age of my early innocence It just made me ambitious My grams used to tell me "Man listen, If you can't burn, don't step into the kitchen" You muscle your turn, the laws of the land viscious We gotta stick to the plan, which is Pursuing true riches, whether we trade stock or wash dishes Throughout setbacks and few glitches The Big Picture's the focus, fuckin being hopeless Or helpless, we not selfish so we wrote this Give it to ya, make you feel good Know what I'm talkin about? C'mon Chorus (Black Thought) Yo from the parquet floors to the fifty foot ceiling I pull the heavy black curtain back, now revealing The sun beneath the velvet, and like it was mine No one elses, embracing the beams yo, I felt it And stood there, feeling it, getting charged Turn me loose upon the streets, a young poet at large Out in the world, up against tremendous odds Some'll let it break em and throw in they cards But my squad remain focus when we goin for ours And we don't, do it for chains or do it for cars And we don't, do it for lames or do it for broads And we don't, do it for fame, we do it because It's for the young black gifted mind Living the story of the most twisted kind Turbulent times swirled around they dome like a turban It gets disturbing, feelin alone in the urban But maintain ya grip for just a little bit I'd tell you it's all good but that's bullshit Let's just try to feel good, yeah...know what I'm talkin bout (Amel Larrieux) A spirit knows we're meant to blow A ? rose by the seat of your soul You past it all and seeds your soul Are destined to grow even after you go Chorus 4x