Frozen Dairy
A picture, a glance, a stare, never-ending scrutinising
draws a man to a point of realising
This one on one, this 5 cents’ worth socialising
is a heart, soul, mind collision
What is worth it and what is not?
Which love is cold, lukewarm or hot?
Is this same air that I'm breathing bought
at the same price as that of Christ on the cross?
Do I get the picture or do I have things crisscrossed?
Do I live for love or does she live for me?
And if this air I breathe is love then I'll never be sin-free
It consumes me from the inside out, I try to break free
and the more that I try, the more it holds me
I know I'll leave a legacy and one who succeeds me
but am I living in the legacy of he who precedes me?
This unknown in me scares me
And when I find that X which marks the spot
the secrets of my heart will be revealed
It will be clear, my loved ones will be here
So I'll act sincere, till we all clear the air
I gave up my fight a million years ago
when I heard that dinosaurs and apes were ancestors
Now I'm asking myself, where did I get the flow?
It's inherited from the hip hop masters
Afrika Bambaataa, A Tribe Called Quest
My life no matter, we just stay blessed
So I need to plant my seed In order to succeed
Leave a legacy that all man can see
That it's not about the money and sugar coated songs
it's hip hop’s heart and future prolonged
So how does it differ now and back then?
Who is better, us or them?
Should I start a chorus or forever sing a hymn?
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