Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Imagine, artist - W.L.A.K.Date of issue: 04.03.2013
Song language: English
Imagine |
| Today I can see a fallen world |
| And I can only imagine them |
| Falling in love with you |
| Falling in love with you |
| Kids selling crown just to be a king |
| Hit the block and lose sleep just to get a dream |
| Can’t explain the Trinity but wizzes at the triple beam |
| You think his aim is bad you should see the flipping team |
| No Martin Louies, couple Sam Bowies |
| Strapped with the toolie call em out you might hear a ring |
| These suckas on the TV be the leaders |
| We screaming at kids blind, but they swearing they can’t see a thing |
| The people perish but they deem em all worthless |
| So without Mr. Warren I know I got a purpose |
| Add in the team and I feel like I’m in surplus |
| We so high Greg Noll couldn’t surf us |
| Newest cat in CR, they was raising the bar |
| And I was eating mad beats, wanna see more? |
| Feed me, feed me |
| If I wrote this story you probably wouldn’t believe me |
| But believe me, we do it all the time |
| Cuz where I’m from just because you seek doesn’t mean you find |
| Burdened with the burnings of this purpose in every single line |
| Flirting with the worthless when I worry that they feel my rhymes |
| I do it all the time just wanna be some kings though |
| But we can’t be following ways that we know |
| Don’t act like you don’t know |
| Kings die every day, but we live forever, kings who die every day |
| What a complicated statement |
| And it doesn’t make sense because its all in how you say it |
| Complimenting contradictions how do I explain this |
| God beginning to make us like Himself, it’s crazy ain’t it? |
| Royalty is my positioning because He paid it |
| All at the cross He died, the one who made us |
| And so you understand us when we call ourselves kings |
| He only gave us crowns so we could put 'em at His feet, yeah! |
| I daydream, but then I wake up to the smell of the top dog |
| And Hell’s jail cell they developing hot bars |
| But if they so hot y’all then why ain’t they melting the locks off |
| And seldom do we help them cuz we felt something drop jaws, amazement |
| We paid em, propel em to top charts, encore |
| Put our lion king in the cages |
| We’d probably entertain the elephant in the room |
| Pop cultures, popcorn, religion |
| Got all the Christian rappers tryna be rock stars |
| Admit it or not, oh, stop, pause and listen |
| It’s not art commission without cause or vision |
| Yo, this is cinema rap, no bootleg |
| Come be my mini Fiasco and Lupe’s loop played me |
| An hour in the theater of my soul it’s hard to get solace |
| But yes Lord, I accept Your scepter |
| It’s Solomon’s Song from the Prodigal Son who left ya |
| Here for a reason, not a contingency |
| Was an empty seed just a fetus formed with a Matt Damon chemistry |
| Till the Trinity’s entity entered me with a re-born identity |
| Now I remember things, I’m a king instantly |
| Cuz I was bought with a lot of blood |
| I enjoyed that invoice, unemployed |
| The boss got me fired up, Jeremiah’ed up |
| Lets open the Bible up |
| Speaking of 20:9, loop it to 29:11, uh uh |
| Look what his plans do to me |
| King lives inside of me so what can man do to me? |
| Cross got me fired up what the Klan do to me? |
| Preach without a pulpit, teach without a podium |
| Each with the tools that’s given the world the sodium |
| They parched, the salt I’m speaking of ain’t the Jolie one |
| Cause we only come to thirst for the King through his holy son, Jesus |