Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jenny , by - Robert de Boron. Release date: 30.04.2020
Song language: English
Jenny |
| Sometimes we forget, 'cause we get caught up in life |
| And don’t see the things that we should see |
| And appreciate the things that we should appreciate |
| This song is for the people |
| And the beautiful things in this world that we take granted of |
| It’s called «Jenny» |
| Listen up (yeah) |
| I heard of the beat and thought of something beautiful |
| Forced to be a robot but seeking for the spiritual |
| Living this life and end up at the funeral |
| But meanwhile «be something» but nothing seems suitable |
| Life is hard but you know what to look for |
| Love or the friendship and maybe that’s to die for |
| Only one path and ain’t no really side door |
| Writing for this light and this is really my war |
| So listen when the birds are singing |
| Birth that’s given |
| Seasons that change 'cause earth is living (yeah) |
| We take granted of this simplest beauty |
| For the new seeds I rap this intellect music |
| Another dawn after sun’s down |
| Waking with a gun sound |
| No one’s having fun now |
| Kids crying «mom!» |
| loud |
| Brightest stars in a darkest night |
| When I’m losing it I target the mic (come on) |
| Green trees, white waves, yellow sunlight |
| Clear water, brown dirt to red blood from gun fights |
| Blue tears, gray clouds, just another black night |
| Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic |
| Green trees, white waves, bright yellow sunlight |
| Clear water, brown dirt to red blood from gun fights |
| Blue tears, gray clouds, just another black night |
| Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic |
| After all we know |
| And after all we show |
| Don’t forget what’s in front of you |
| And keep on shining through |
| After all we know |
| And after all we show |
| Remember what makes you |
| It’s like the smell of the rain that keeps me sane |
| Like Bob Marley and Miss Hill that ease my pain |
| I picture the things that don’t need to change |
| Most beautiful things in this world is simple and plain |
| Like water to quench thirst |
| Like the nature that made music first |
| It’s like me taking a pen and writing a verse |
| If the mind don’t give up and nothing is a curse |
| Beautiful things with beautiful names |
| Key to this life is to view the small things |
| And find something you can love for you to maintain |
| Remember needs and the wants are two different things |
| Imagine if we never cried |
| Imagine people never lied |
| Imagine every single person in the world have a mind |
| Imagine this |
| Imagine all the people in the world reaching for the sky |
| Green trees, white waves, yellow sunlight |
| Clear water, brown dirt to red blood from gun fights |
| Blue tears, gray clouds, just another black night |
| Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic |
| Green trees, white waves, bright yellow sunlight |
| Clear water, brown dirt to red blood from gun fights |
| Blue tears, gray clouds, just another black night |
| Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic |
| After all we know |
| And after all we show |
| Don’t forget what’s in front of you |
| And keep on shining through |
| After all we know |
| And after all we show |
| Remember what makes you |
| As I inhale the smoke of the soul flower |
| Nothing to trip and no beef and no drama |
| It seems stupid 'cause life is your movement |
| So take a little break puff maybe you’ll feel new man |
| Everybody got its own ways of peace |
| Families or friends, maybe rapping to the beats |
| Maybe reading your book or journey to the sea |
| This verse is to thank things what you really need |
| I like to dedicate this song for the people |
| DJs, and MCs, and writers, and B-Boys |
| And not just them, I’m saying good and the evils |
| All different paths with the visions of their heroes |
| And don’t be scared with the choices you make |
| Might regret, but if you true at least you weren’t fake |
| As I pray, with the pencil paper I say |
| This life with mic is my beautiful way (bring it back) |
| Green trees, white waves, yellow sunlight |
| Clear water, brown dirt to red blood from gun fights |
| Blue tears, gray clouds, just another black night |
| Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic |
| Green trees, white waves, bright yellow sunlight |
| Clear water, brown dirt to red blood from gun fights |
| Blue tears, gray clouds, just another black night |
| Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic |
| Thanks to Soul Kitchen Studio |
| And the Goons Trax |
| And Robert de Boron |
| I like to give it up, for my man «T-bone Steak» that’s doin' some time right now |
| I love you man |
| I love all you guys |
| So keep your head up high man |
| And keep it real |
| Peace |