Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jenny, artist - Robert de Boron.
Date of issue: 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 |