Life/Dreams - The Grouch, Luckyiam, Eligh

Life.

Dreams.

Work

However, Work.

Dreams.

Life

It’s all about

Now old Mr. Patterson

Had us in his front yard

Explainin' all the reasons why his life so hard

I took a seat on his porch, right side of his hammock

He told tales of mishaps, somebody ever had it

That way it made his strong he said

I could feel him

Destiny shuffled up his cards and had to deal 'em to him

Straight up, no second round

Second time around

No time to half step

Man, you gotta put it down

What he said made sense

He told tales of war

Conflicts with men

Money, the whores

And the women he came across

Times he fell in love

The children who abandoned him

Promised that they would love

Him

Forever

But they never visit

Benefits dwindle, holiday visits so spread apart

So sparse

Loneliness and ghosts of heart wrench

But no one, the darkest days start

Which enable him to remark

His days of the past

His old army buddies

The trenches

The blasts

Explosions of memories sent shrapnel to my psyche

Explainin' my youth

He said, «You started off just like me

Got a hard head like me

Prepare for mistakes

But focus on your future

And you’ll make it through the gate.»

The gate

The gate

The gate

Building with a man who lived a life I want to grow upon the shoulders of an

older stone, I claim to carry

Started with a smoking session, in the Arizona desert

I deserved a fact, I insert the habits killin' me slowly

To prove I’m old at heart

To native beings to this continent

And compliment

The dreaming sequence is seemingly constant

In a Living Legendary pattern

That’s tattered and broken down, his name Willcro

The title (?) a blow to the ego that helped me and shoes

And intact, I lose to think I choose my destinal track

In simple terms he explained the way I function is wacked

The way I think attacks, my true purpose here on the green planet

Which is to share this wisdom, game in this life

I live under the name of the crow

I must know, I be stoked

Ancestry dating to ancient times waiting to die

I replied «that's not my function»

«In life» he retorted «there's no room for assumption, no room for a puncheon,

your not a violent person, silence is not the way to stay in the shadows

There’s many battles

That have to be fought, the man’s math is a tight ass way to be caught

Salem’s lot, death is the gateway to the next plateau

Life life

Almost everything I know and have known I was shown

Learned how to innovate but never would have grown

To be 23, goin' on 24

Knowin' on many more occasions

I need to stay in the right mind state

To make my impressions felt

Like a lesson learned from being punished

Blessin' in disguise though really

Not wise, so silly to think

That momma didn’t know what’s right

So when I show I’m tight

She gets props

And when I deal with a fight correctly

Thank my pops

He would check me on the art of

Being a man

And when I thought I was smart

I really didn’t understand

I really couldn’t see the plan

Working

Kinda like Dan thought Miyagi was just jerkin'

Him around

While he painted while the sun went down

When truly it was knowledge he was lucky he found

I’m on

Solid ground

Put a dollar down to learn

If you got something to share

Go head voice your concern

Cause who am I to be the U.N.I.

Verse (universal)

Alright, respect the dark to the light

And the young to the old