[Chorus]
(It's live)
I got a plan, get with me in the ride and (Inside)
I'll make it so my niggas never die and (And why?)
Maybe escape if we take to skies and (Fly high, high)
(Magic, alive)
I got a plan, get with me in the ride and (Inside)
I'll make it so my niggas never die and (And why?)
Maybe escape if we take to skies and (Fly high, high)
(Magic, alive)
[Verse 1]
There he go, droppin' his baby off
Father, Son, Holy Spirit, we watch that boy as he cross
Gold from the hand to elbow, man, such is a hefty cost
Thing 'bout losin' memories, can't put finger on what I lost
I'ma run in real quick, just hold your bladder
And turn up the volume nigga, tryna hear radio chatter
The birds, the trees, the sky, what they all say matters
But y'all want me be responsible for liquor store splatter, fine
Tattered feathers became the Achilles heel
Chase an affinity to describe how sunshine feels
Under red moon, Black son, father figure, mama's gun
Packed room, one of one, dance circles raised him up
Haha, you seen it too, right?
Babies with sun in eyes dancin' under the moonlight
Hootin', hollerin', clappin' and never missin' a beat
'Til you seen a nigga rise and laugh at you in the street, it's alive
[Chorus]
(It's live)
I got a plan, get with me in the ride and (Inside)
I'll make it so my niggas never die and (And why?)
Maybe escape if we take to skies and (Fly high, high, yeah, yeah)
(Magic, alive)
I got a plan, get with me in the ride and (Inside)
I'll make it so my niggas never die and (And why?)
Maybe escape if we take to skies and (Fly high, high)
(Magic, alive)
[Verse 2]
Okay, we got 'til mama call out from the windowpane
How I know all off these boys, we grew up where the windows stained
With a phoenix on his shoulder, ironic the boy got flamed
It's the summertime, niggas gon' die if your ankles sprained
(I can't help you)
Niggas kill God, he get too damn close to me
Trick bag, got spells and a lil' somethin' for grandma's groceries
Took a walk around the block and all the youngins quotin' me
We ain't really heard of you, my nigga, who is you supposed to be?
Run it back, that magic track, I hear a bop
I'm my father's child, so of course I'ma dip, I hear pops
I ain't do my job, if this come off as a lil' shock
But me and my nigga never had affinities for locks
And it stacks, instead of us watchin' it all collapse
We huddle and between us, a butterfly's wings flap
Face away and say recently I've been feelin' a lil' trapped
Put your hand on my shoulder, assure the directions mapped
Haha, and I believe it
Goin' through this now, shit, it really got me believin'
To live forever's to tell the stories of who light up your eyes
We ran, we danced, survived, we fly, that's magic alive
[Outro]
Hahaha
It's magic alive
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
It's magic a—
It's magic alive
Magic, Alive! was written by McKinley Dixon & Sam Yamaha.
Magic, Alive! was produced by Sam Yamaha.
McKinley Dixon released Magic, Alive! on Wed Jun 04 2025.