More Out of Life - Blu & Exile, Exile

Somebody wanted guidance, looked inside to find it

You know them blind kids, money on their eyelids

Kissing on the fly gyp-ship from the Egyptian islands

Gems in the hymns said the chant

The moon man grins, hair on my chin grows

Hair on my chest burn

Flare in my soul cold

I can’t sleep

Let alone, stay awoke, smoking dope like

It’s like Shaitan find another way to choke

Another day broke, money ain’t my motto, nope

Traded peace for the sorrow that I swallow

Bottle after bottle, like the role models that I hallow

Feeling like a seedless avocado

Crowd screaming

«Bravo!

Bravo!

Here’s a dollar for your sorrows

Can I borrow your time more tomorrow?»

Watching Fargo, feeling far gone from the chart that I was gonna follow

It’s hard to make songs when a war’s going on outside

No man is safe from

And you can run but you can’t hide forever

Mother won’t let up, telling me I should get up

And in the meantime, on that mean grind for cheddar

Underground Master Shredder, gave my brother my leather

Put on a sweater, I counted my change

I added my blessings

I stepped into the rain

To wash my brain

My friends say that I don’t talk the same

So dark like we don’t give off the same light

Wish I seen it all in plain sight to explain it on this great mic

Amplified, stay wired to the nation-side, cross oceans

Where the faiths collide and talk omens like grace that died

On the brink of trying to make my mind

Save my soul at the same time, make this rhyme

Wonder, will I be saved in time

Make Salah, say grace

Case God change his mind

How insane am I?

Just the same as you

Came here what you came to do

I’m just saying the truth

A little more

More out of life

Sometimes we gotta blank out

And touch the universe on some

Fuck rap back with my back on the wall rap shit

Capping at all, napping on God

Knowing damn well half of your squad

Still ain’t found John

Baptist, Barnes, drowning him

Swimming in a pool full of shark fins surrounding him

Rain dancing when dark days

Have clouded him, cause niggas play God

They just building up, doubted him

Rapping about colors like someone’s proud of him

But don’t praise fathers cause half of you grew without one

Malcolms, Martins, Pacs, Chris Wallaces

Muhammads, Khalil Gibrans, Akhenatens

Gods and goddesses, following false promises

Laws and politics, full-ride scholarships

Still don’t know what time it is

Models and actors, rappers, coke, bottle of Cris'

Rope and bad words

Hope plastered on minds of mañana

Obama, Osama, Mama, Papa

God we gotcha

Dealing with censorship, sponsorship, friendships

Relationships, slave ship minimum wages

Racist shit, we gotta find ways to change this shit

Elevation, higher foundations