Rosary Lyrics

Hey you gotta move on get on the right trail

Yeah you gotta make it home but home is starting to feel right here

The decisions I'm trapped in a prison

Pulling me within it I'm motivated I'm in it

I don't sit and wonder wishing

Open your eyes you're missing

The point I'm trying push

When you're tippin a statue you trippin is that you

Slippin n whipping slinging cuz time is tickin

The sticky the blicky hit me I'm flippin value

Perspective selective attention

Slowly growing in it everything'll be fine

Mama said life is as hard as you make it

So make it better than you got it yo youre one of a kind

So I ask oh god, it's your younger son

Would you take me if I ran from here?

The days and the turns are getting harder to bear

It's getting harder to steer

Or is it easier dipping through the next lane feeling like an airplane

Sucking up jet fuel moving to cocaine dripping like all day

Products of environment leaving em in pain

Burnin like I struck a match with no windows filled with propane

Level the whole stage I'm making my own way

I'm taking the long way

Walking through a dream back in '92

When the kids on the block rocked overalls like cool in all they cool

Imma sing for those of us who didn't make it

Those are us holding all of the lights and the tears

From the eyes of a tiger

Heart of a fighter

With jaws of a shark and the claws getting sharper

Enable me to climb higher

Even with the barbed wire holding me back

Looking for a place that some of us even go

That's finishing every race and opening every door

I'm looking for a rosary to count my sins

That wither away in the wind

To be forgotten or remembered

Just as rain in November

I'm looking for a rosary to count my sins

That echo off the walls

On my skin

To take it back or let them in

I'm boiling over with this got you hot as a crock pot

Finding it hard to resist I'm bringing it back cuz you forgot

Yeah I'm coming with that thunder booming like a nasty cough

Move I'm turning to a beautiful disaster

The hearts of we the people that's the goal that I'm after

What is weight from paper to gold

You never know what page I'm on

Cuz what is age to a man that's truly old

Or a boy for that matter like an old soul that's scattered

Infecting the few sittin in the pews enlightened

Or tucked beneath the covers for cover because he's scared

Or lost in his mind now he's losing his fight n

Losing all he got rock bottom and sitting there

But I won't get stuck here

It only gets better here

Imma swim good

Cuz I'm free like the summer air

Leaving my fear behind I'm droppin it overboard

But I caught myself staring again

Again? But what do I look for

What the people want

The desire to flaunt or fight

Burning in me like tires

It's music in my ears

I'm facing all my fears

I'm seeing 'em all clear

Composing like Shakespeare

I'm seeing it more clear

I'm getting familiar

Practicing all day

Cooing like Chanticleer

Fuck what they all say

I'm breaking the barrier

Yeah I know I got the guts to be the next protector

The guts to paint the Mona Lisa try n make it better

I told em its smoke Mack Road to CP

Mission and Geneva you can see me

And I won't stop till all your minds are blown

Getting through it all and I'm bringing 'em along

Smell of the past still lingers when you're full grown

Covering it up with that 80 dollar cologne come on

I'm looking for a rosary to count my sins

That wither away in the wind

To be forgotten or remembered

Just as rain in November

I'm looking for a rosary to count my sins

That echo off the walls

On my skin

To take it back or let them in