Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Just Life, artist - Propaganda. Album song Out Of Knowhere, in the genre Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Record label: Capitol Christian
Song language: English
It's Just Life |
| An attempt to stop writtas block failed last night |
| As rain hit the window pane ink pen drained |
| Into nothingness. |
| It gets no tougher than this |
| And it ran through the crew like a sick epidemic |
| Abnormal life struggle and its racking the brain |
| To tap the inner pain so the rappin' would bang |
| I dreamed I was a balla -low ridin' impala, |
| Nothin' stall the dolla influx |
| Make the big bucks, I know we’ll make it hot I betta stop 'cus |
| The truth can be a ruff alarm clock. |
| See life don’t give breaks so you just gotta choose, |
| To live or to sit and watch the moon play the blues. |
| Or take the wind blowin as a sign that’s somthin’s right |
| Worse than opposition is, never livin' |
| And sittin' on the side line when it go' be my time, |
| Then you realize all you got is now |
| Bend that eye brow and begin to dig deep, |
| I’ll sacrifice sleep to reach peek, personally |
| Learnin' to be a lot more humble, |
| And god will elevate me when its time for the rumble |
| I picked my pen and pad man I aint through fightin' |
| No matter how tuff it get I just keep writing |
| It’s just life |
| I was once stumbling, fumbling wonderin mind crumbling but |
| Holy Spirit bubblin. |
| I tumbled into realms labeled future tense entrnal now rock the eras |
| Heart was harder then cotta terras, hearts was harder than terra-cotta |
| But I learned to give right and personal worship sessions peaked at midnight |
| Then dome expanded cus a couple heads said I rip tight but do he live right |
| Circle of life changed to oval, cus most of man is imagined |
| Work the strife until it folds to gods will for my mental |
| Supporting time by post and lethal, follow basic principle |
| Like when the prasis raises, and what sowed is reaped. |
| Tomorrow, today to yester, birth life and death the way that god manifest the |
| Beat in my chest |
| Invest a, moment to consider sunsets and flowers how |
| Beautifully orchestrated from ounce to ton |
| Now on ancient drums, my atriums, and ventricles made of gold pumps |
| The red and whites of days, propelled the b-boy across the stage |
| Hormongers, watch out these song birds is packin' thunder |
| Circumnavigate the globe in minutes find its days are numbered |
| As beautiful as African masks my past got dismembered |
| And in thy orisons be my sins not remembered. |
| It’s just life |