Lyrics 9000 Miles - J-Live

9000 Miles

My mind speaks mathematics
Sometimes I feel english is a poor translation of my hearts palpations
That’s why I give it to you quarter notes at a time
So that my rhymes are aided by body gyrations
But now it’s like each hymn ain’t nothing but a word with--
Countless synonymns where should I begin with them?
Every +sentence+ is a jail bid
Locking me in to +bars+ of meaning with so much space between them
And it’s all real
If I took a little bit of time
To reflect on the unreal my brain might peel off my mind
To reveal this pegasus spree well
Whole-sale fairytale echo in a conch shell
But why say it if you can’t see it?
I can call it abstract and say take what you want from it
I could do that all day till my tongue goes numb from it
But see what good will come from it?
I got something to say, I can’t run from it
I gotta confront it.
I can’t watch while this…
Music that taught me so much as a child
Grows louder every day but the world grows dumb from it
So every line that I draw from my pen
It shapes a letter that makes a word that feeds a verse
A swim for home, a place for infinite styles
But it feels like 9000 miles
So I…
Through Atlantic
Through the Pacific
Through the Indian
Through the Arctic
Through the cold current
Through the warm current
To the fare in the foul for 9000 miles
Like your swimming from the sharks and the slave ships
From a suicide jump to a brave trip
Like you see shore line in the distance
Like if you don’t, you’ll drown any instance
So here we are again
The same space in mind but now we in a different place at a different time
A different taste to a different rhyme
With so many flavors to embrace, I can’t waste a line
So I’m going for self with no hesitation
Cause my-- self expression is my self preservation
My skills pay bills to fulfill my will to do for others what I do for myself
Like motivation through verses as if it was a virtual conversation
On the pros and the cons of a real situation
Inspired by my knowledge of self determination
To ease the frustrations of miseducations
This wise god music from I takin your eye
From trials and tribulations to kingdom in the patience
This wide hallpath is beaten by beats
Made from good vibrations passed down for generations
On a…
Through Atlantic
Through the Pacific
Through the Indian
Through the Arctic
Through the cold current
Through the warm current
To the fare in the foul for 9000 miles
Like your swimming from the sharks and the slave ships
From a suicide jump to a brave trip
Like you see shore line in the distance
Like if you don’t, you’ll drown any instance
I get hyped.
I get home at night.
I get a beat in my head
I get my book to write, I get writers block
I get so stressed that I get dope rhymes from it, just to get rest
I get frustrated from this old world mess
So when I got to get the bad air out my chest
I get on the mic and strive to be the best
But it’s not just the flow, There’s more to the test
I gotta spit like there’s no time to waste
Spit like I can’t take away this life taste
Spit for rebellion, spit for resistance
Spit for accuracy, spit for distance
I can’t just spit that shit you could market
Even though I know we got the same target
And I can’t just spit that old rhetoric
I gotta spit what’s ten steps ahead of it
I gotta spit for the life of my kids
And not just the next meal for my next deal
I feel like these rhymes could shape tommorow
So they could walk through it with a little less sorrow
I gotta spit out the mouth these protections
And stick and move these lines for perfection
I gotta spit shit no one ever thought of
Spit like I’mma choke on the salt water
When I…
Through Atlantic
Through the Pacific
Through the Indian
Through the Arctic
Through the cold current
Through the warm current
To the fare in the foul for 9000 miles
Like your swimming from the sharks and the slave ships
From a suicide jump to a brave trip
Like you see shore line in the distance
Like if you don’t, you’ll drown any instance