Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song To Grow, artist - SA-ROC. Album song Extra-Terrestrial, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Sol Messiah
Song language: English
To Grow |
Let the choir sing and can I get a amen? |
We made another day so |
Now the congregation breathes |
And lights another candle for the fallen man |
And their voices cry a river through the echo of their harmonies |
And those who remain standing on the rubble |
Now branded with the scars of battle |
Candidly developed thru the dark room |
Their images a stark view of life under the bell jar |
Sylvia ain’t know the half of where our hell start where |
Shots ring when angels get their wings and devils on patrol use bodies for |
targeting. |
Shit |
We almost make this thing seem rather easy |
So cool while yo crew coon for tv |
While our grandmothers weep in their graves |
Their memories deeply in vain |
There’s change brewing and the remedy is steeped in our pain. |
I’ll sleep when |
I’ve lain in the belly of the earth, until |
Then I’ll keep beating on your brain til I’m heard |
HOOK: |
If you know what I know |
Then you won’t be afraid to grow |
If your mind is on high |
You won’t scared to fly |
I used to be afraid of revealing my feelings freely |
I put a cap on emotions- hoping they’re trapped by the ceiling. |
Impact of the |
worlds weight was too much for my shoulders, like atlas I held my fate cuz I |
failed to embrace my blessed healing |
And building don’t seem to be an option no more |
Everytime we lay the mortar, bricks are knocked to the floor |
So pyramids are still in utero, dreams are now aborted |
While prolifers shame us so their ghosts are haunting our thoughts |
Am I guilty-of course |
I’ve strayed from the course |
When empty pages make me question my choice |
And I leave the mic alone |
Leave the babies souls exposed to withstand the fight alone |
I can’t do it |
That’s something my conscience will not condone |
So I pledge allegiance to the freedom fighters blood that won’t settle in my |
bones |
I do it for every ghetto imbedded with broken homes |
And better my flow with every poem that I propose |
And hope that you get my letters addressed to the future, gone |
HOOK: |
If you know what I know |
Then you won’t be afraid to grow |
If your mind is on high |
You won’t scared to fly |
I’m not the last but I’m last of dying breed |
The most wanted mc born of a dire need |
I want you all to feel what really inspires me |
I hold up the mirror so you’re reflected inside of me |
I write to give life to these rhymes they just might be the kind to free a |
nation-pass the mic and I’ll try |
To make a thinker out an idling mind |
They say im out of my mind |
To think we can be saved with music |
I’ll prove you wrong on my release date |
See you on that Tuesday |
I’ll be with them fives slinging hope like them white cakes. |
shaking sleeping |
gods and hoping that they might wake |
With heavy enough bars to rattle on the light-weight |
How many times have I advised you |
To take heed and to allow your eyes to |
Widen to the possibilities of |
Freedom thru a major melody set to minor keys |
Well here you have it |
P. s. |
from the mighty starseed."-Sa-Roc |
HOOK: |
If you know what I know |
Then you won’t be afraid to grow |
If your mind is on high |
You won’t scared to fly |