Brand New Day

Verse 1 (Sivion)
I speak the Truth make everybody move
This light be the proof on this melancholy groove
Nothing to lose cuz my life is consumed with righteousness
Might just miss if your mind can’t get with this
I insist that you listen close
Cuz this ain’t the type of message that you getting most
Some brag and boast, disappear straight ghost from the scene
Never to be seen again
Can’t breathe again just can’t keep a friend
Too busy bridging the burn to keep feeding the Benz
Looking through the wrong lens
Optical illusion stuck in pretend mode
But we mend those wounds that consume those
Then we build you up like crescendos
Cuz we all been low it’s a matter of fact
So take that in your bank roll stack

Got one life to live and it’s “Hard To Earn”
“Dead Serious” waiting for some life to “Return
The Boom Bap” to “The Score” when I “Enta Da Stage”
“Three Feet High” blessed to see a brand new day

Verse 2 (Othello)
Yes………fresh morning and I’m up
Stretch yawning with a cup for the pouring of that
Blessed………it’s the new brew
Wireless connection like a Bluetooth, black no
Ex……tra anything in it
No cream no sugar no sweeteners just give it to me straight
Pure when I press on on my day I’ll be thankful for the way
I got started I’m praying for the
Next…..one
Son up for the quest..ions
But I guess I gotta take it how it comes cuz their ain’t no guarantees
Time is of the essence so I’m trying to stretch…them out
Believe me I’m holding on to the moment like I’m doing a song with Steve
Wonder and how he sees me
Then I recognize with this set of eyes
It’s more about the way I see things, surprise

Verse 3 (consafos)
Man, I feel like I’ve lived this life again Like I’ve trudged through the muck in a lost step then Kept balance, between my foot and checkbook Until the ledger ran red with ink, and look I put the work in, behind the curtain in Oz And followed every gold-plated road built on facades And at the end of the day, it was just a routine And at the end of the day, I was just a human being And so, I strive to reach beyond my own grasp Past the mic, scotch, and even past the past At last, and at the very least I want peace Or a decent pair of kicks.  This journey don’t cease In fact, it lies flat like a figure 8-path Following infinity, then returning right back To square 1, so you can have each day While I’m collecting all the breaths you take along the way

Got one life to live and it’s “Hard To Earn”
“Dead Serious” waiting for some life to “Return
The Boom Bap” to “The Score” when I “Enta Da Stage”
“Three Feet High” blessed to see a brand new day