It’s amazing what a change’ll hold
Those I hold dear, feel the labor grow
In a year, went from holding you tight
To pushing open in life, whatever road we decide
You should know you my baby doe
Psych, I would rather go black face
In Ferguson, or walk the streets of Florida
With hoodie up, waiting for a crooked cop
Head down, stand straight
Only to shoot, and plant a gun when my hoodie drops
Or walk around a minefield in my size ten wooden crocks
Dancing in a crooked walk, begging for a land mine
‘Fore I have to spend another damn night
Thinking ‘bout, anything around you,
People you know, and any memory you think that you hold
Can die quick in a fire, bitch
How could I desire this?
When it’s clear your confidence is sinking so low
If time’ll heal, try a stitch, if you thinking it’s sew, bitch
No sense talking ‘bout it, be about it
(I don’t think you know)
If you really think about it, how far could I go?
To the moon and back
Fuck that, I’ma shoot past space to where Jupiter’s at
Call home whenever I’m gone though
And tell em the long road never stops, how far should I go?
To the moon and back
Fuck that, I’ma stay right here, where the music is at
It’s funny going from a marble’s stature
To seeing people marvel at you,
See the sculpt and chisel away
Flipping the shit that you say,
Building from in it your typical figure a marble statue
And the shit that you thought attracts you
Under the influence of dumb shit
Suddenly shifts to reverse the beer goggles at you
And reflect the parts you fear that you thought you passed through
If it’s a phase then I’m counting down the days
Till the clock hits zero, I zero in, a hero
No heroine, the fear is so clear within
I’m nearing the finish and
I feel like I hit the top of Everest
And, as I descend,
A news bubble pops up saying that wasn’t it
Cause there’s another fucking mountain
They found and the shit’s taller
So shit, I quit falling and climb from pitfalls and I’m ghost
No sense talking ‘bout it, be about it
(I don’t think you know)
If you really think about it, how far could I go?
To the moon and back
Fuck that, I’ma shoot past space to where Jupiter’s at
Call home whenever I’m gone though
And tell em the long road never stops, how far should I go?
To the moon and back
Fuck that, I’ma stay right here, where the music is at
North Carolina MC Big Pooh tells it like it is, detail for gritty detail, aided by L'Orange, Steve Roxx, and Apollo Brown. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 24, 2015