Furlough

This ain't just a dream
Traffic jams in my bloodstream
Standing by the water, river blowing off that steam
This ain't text my friend, it will listen back to me
As I sing the story
Rooted in my family tree
I know you ain't ready
For some things you 'bout to see
'Cause time got me here wishing
I'm not where I'm supposed to be

Black music in America began
As the African drummer beat and plantation song
Ignored and been suppressed by white culture
Today, as the black man has moved
Into every sphere of American life
His music has become the dominant music of all the land

Make you wonder why?
Don't you sympathize
We was gonna fly
?
Don't listen to the lies
Look up at the skies
The stars are shooting high
Time is flying by
Set me free

Everydays a sorrow
It's a cycle that we breed
There's always tomorrow
'Cause our parents always next to me (?)
How we get so deep
Deep in all the shit be
Someone's gotta lose
Just so someone else can win
I know that I will go though
That's just how my (?)
The mistakes that I made
Displayed through these picture frames
Kids in all the states

Make you wonder why?
Don't you sympathize
We was gonna fly
?
Don't listen to the lies
Look up at the skies
The stars are shooting high
Time is flying by