Serenade of Transitional Conflict

Loer Velocity - “Serenade of Transitional Conflict”
[Emcee(s): Loer Velocity]
[Producer(s): Gran Fortune]
[Additional Vocals: Gran Fortune]

[Intro: Loer Velocity]
Yeah, yeah, I hear that, I hear that. No doubt. But, for me, it’s the classic struggle: conflict of self, you know? I’m saying y’all ain’t ready for the Renaissance. I’m ready to make that change. They say you got to see it, though. You got to envision it. But it’s like the difference between hot and cold. Born from a fast-paced walk to a slow jog. No getting your spirits right. I’m being strapped to intellectually equipped, going from broke to plush pockets, you know’m saying? I’m trying to set my finance up, trying to set myself up right for my next stage in life. That seems to be easier said than done thought, right?

[Verse 1: Loer Velocity]
Simple is as simple does. That’s what it do
And, for real, I’m trying to see these transitions through
‘Cause change is the only constant variable
In fact, it gets difficult welcoming what comes from that
But you know I keep and order things in proper perspective
There’s a few less cats than the kids who collect it
And we’re still the coolest alliance jumping off the block
With concentration on that perpetual knock
It’s simple as simple does. That’s what it do
‘Cause I’m seeing these transitions all the way through
From this point to that point, from over there to here
The mood obnoxious and swings from ear to ear
The lane’s perfectly clear and the convo’s moving
Making that jump from lunch table grooving
To worldwide solicitation. Forced statement was:
Don’t expect the love to come without the random hating
And that’s simple as simple does. That’s what it do
And I’m trying to see these transitions all the way through, but she’s
Loving every minute of the back-and-forth three-step
And avoiding her invite to dance proves useless
It’s all in my mind. She said, “Man, listen”
It’s the transition, loving her, the loneliest, but
I’m good as simple does just like it do
I’m seeing this transition all the way through, but I’ll
Still abusively swear and I’ve yet to cut the brew
I’ll struggle, get my L’s a day down to two
But I’ll be aight because I promised me this:
I won’t make excuses for [?]
I’m buckling down. A truckling sound’ll switch
What used to bring me joy is now sometimes the pits
But that just makes for the bridge of fresh inspiration
I’ll usher it in whenever I get the inclination
Simple as simple does. Just like it do, but I’ll
Make sure the transition carries all the way through
Simply as it does. You know how it do
Constant change, inspiration that carries through
Feel me?