1 South

[Verse 1: Isaiah Velez]
Flip on the screen, see the teen
Young man, working on a dream & scheme
To bust out his hometown like the seams of some jeans
Make it off the campus
But it seems like his genes, got him tied to the scene
Asking God for new colors to add to his canvas
Scared but aware, that his meaning ain’t average
At all, canal, but God, yo, where’s the passage?
It’s hard to stay active when everybody’s passive
Or passing
Patient, but really, is it lasting?
Pacing the same place, can’t help contrasting
Those who reach for their dreams, and then grab it
Then fly to new worlds, like Aladdin
It’s magic
Practicing hard as he walks to his classes
Sick of the same faces
Running them old races
But words on new tracks
To try and attempt breaking
The mundanity
Doing the same but wanting different
Now ain’t that the definition of insanity?
Isn’t that insane of he?
Isn’t that insane of him?
Light so bright, but he feeling so dim
Dreams so big, but he feeling so slim!
Now he wants to get away
Get away
Can’t wait for the day he can say, that he’s bout to get away
But they say you
Gotta pray, gotta pray, that’s what everybody say
Can’t wait for the day he can say
That he made it off of

[Hook]
1 South Boulevard
Just another day
Gotta hit the knees to pray
Down at 1 South
Why is it so hard?
I just wanna make it off the boulevard

[Verse 2: Isaiah]
Open your eyes, see the guy
Young man looking towards the sky
Wondering why?
God's got him in his nest
Feels like a net
He's tryna fly
But he's slowly realizing
That without the place he's put in
He wouldn't even be I-
Guess God really knows the depths of heart
An electrician and magician
Making light within dark
And he hardly even noticed
His perception hella slim
He ain't even gotta move
God's been bringing the world to him
Damn
With each relationship
And mentorship
He learns how to
Man the deck
And steer his ship
Learning more bout himself
Read the words of his mind
Learned to take up a pen
And leave his brain on the line
Faith crazy
Lord's an anchor for his soul when he be tired
Bar raising
Taps on God in the moments when he be wired
Kinda wild
All the friendships that he's formed through the years
Water-working as they bring him to tears
Such a sap
But oh snap
Oh snap!
Seen it since the beginning
Putting all his "L's" together
Fusion Ha'd his way to winning
Now he grinning
Cuz he's getting where his God was at work
When people ask where he be from
He simply can't help but smirk
And then he say
Then he say
Cracks a smile and he say
Home's a place he was tryna get away
But then he hit his knees to pray
Knees to pray
Yeah, he knew he'd need to pray
Doesn't know where he would be
Without the days
He was living at that

[Hook]
1 South
Just another day
Still tryna get away
Gotta hit the knees to pray
Down at 1 South
Why is it so hard?
I just wanna make it off the Boulevard

[Bridge]
Sometimes we are last
To find out our path
But God's got the map
It's on lock
On lock, like-

[Freestyle]
I been walking hella blind
For all of my life
But it's cool, I'll deal with all the problems
And all the strife, cuz I know
In the end they string me up just like a kite
So I can fly away, so I can fly away another day
Ugh, that's why I gotta hit the knees to pray
And that's when God come and then He say:
"You know I got you at the end of the day, so don't worry
Why you always tryna move so fast, and in a hurry? I don't get it!"
I'm out here tryna spit it!
Messin' up the free, but it's cool cuz the beat's bout to leave
Shoutouts to the kick that Chuck put
It's off the dome, what!
Ahhh!

[Skit]
"Yo, whattup bro!"
"What's good, man! How you doing?"
"Eh, man, you know I'm alright, today was jus–"
"Hey Isaiah."
"Uh… hi."