Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fly Fly Away, artist - Kero One. Album song Windmills of The Soul, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.02.2007
Record label: Plug Label
Song language: English
Fly Fly Away |
In this game I don’t claim to be a veteran |
I’m just spittin' lyrical Excedrin for brethren |
Medicine to keep your head from spinning when |
Rappers mumble jargon, I fumble rhymes and start an arson |
Burning gassed up heads and sparking light to brighten dark ends |
Of the mind, now let it shine |
So we can all be the kerosene |
Fearing no team man or human being are you believing? |
If I speak truth will I lose market share? |
Cause it’s something the public won’t digest in its ears? |
Well I don’t care. |
I’m rolling on spares |
On the road surpassing obstacles that’s there |
And I swear I’ll hold down the fort like mayor |
As a temporary duty since my home ain’t here |
I said I swear I hold down the fort like mayor |
As a love for the people since my home ain’t here |
And it’s time… |
I feel like an alien outcast in a world so vast |
Searching miles for my niche but lost in the mist |
So what’s the answer to this… |
Cause one always exists, with every question that hits |
And yeah, some hit like Tyson, hard to the jaw |
Impairing your ability to answer at all |
Leaving the question in awe cause we ain’t trying to fight back |
But if we’re born with teeth we’re born to bite back |
So I ask, how long does life lasts |
Regardless of color or age can it go in a flash |
Well in fact, it really only lasts a minute versus the infinite |
A concept too intricate for the intellect |
So some get intimate with earths filthiness |
Where melodies are dark and human’s are used as instruments |
Where drugs and booze are often abused |
Best friends stab backs then wrap their arms around you |
Where its true lives are driven by power and fame |
Driven by sex, success, approval, and pain |
And for what? |
Nothing’s left when we’re driven to graves |
Just memories of the past, or a loved ones pain |
And its real what’s seen today fades away |
But the unseen’s eternal so I cherish its stay |
The un-American way but I must maintain |
Cause if I forfeit my soul, then what’s been gained? |
So sometimes, I grab my pen and write rhymes |
My mind breathes when the ink flows into nighttime |
I plant seeds, and watch ‘em grow into trees |
Produce fruit from leaves and feed the people in need |
And that’s the truth if that fruit is wealthy |
Who cares if music’s moving if the products unhealthy |
I’m looking at the crowd for that one who felt me |
Helping' me raise the bet on these cards God dealt me |
But still some doubt it’s worth pursuing |
We’ve all been given gifts so now how we going to use ‘em |
I’m on the outside looking in at the confusion |
I been there before swinging fists at those illusions |
Now I fight the hands of time, with my might |
So my life can be seen as worthy in hindsight |
I clutch my mic tight and ponder the way |
Reflecting back sometimes on this temporary stay |
But I won’t get attached cause I know where home is |
And reach out to souls that are currently homeless |
Cause some claim the earth and clown around ‘till it hurts us |
In this circus a juggling act that makes me nervous |
Maybe its entertaining when you look at its surface |
But step outside the ring and ask is it all worth it |
Just step outside the ring and ask is it all worth it |
Just step outside the ring on this temporary stay. |