If I by Grits

7 by Grits

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If I
by Grits

Album: 7

I know if I was to simply say to you that if I got that spitfire,
Get fly, I'm gonna help you get by,
Bite my lip until it bleed if I let you crash,
Body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash,
Passion-plea to self, so it's not his last,
Lot is cast, take you from a broken past,
Open with his smoking stash,
Promise no more; he done broke his last.

From affliction to addiction, wound to infection,
From a rookie to professional, secret to confession,
Every level is progressional, pushing every envelope and boundary protecting you,
Slowly decomposing, you oppressing, you depressing, you be stressing you out,
Testing what you about now, you grown with clout now, and drowning in doubt now,
Ain't no question you sick and tired of the situation you facing,
Asking God, "Why? How? Why me? Why now?"
Trying to get your mind right,
Trying to keep your grip tight on life, in spite of the chaos and the battle internally,
Defining your existence and your position eternally,
Our mission in this industry is assisting you in shaking off them tendencies, exposing you to destiny,
Spit truth lyrically in every vicinity,
Diminishing strongholds of foes now.

I know if I was to simply say to you that if I got that spitfire,
Get fly, I'm gonna help you get by,
Bite my lip until it bleed if I let you crash,
Body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash,
Passion-plea to self, so it's not his last,
Lot is cast, take you from a broken past,
Open with his smoking stash,
Promise no more; he done broke his last,
I know if I was to simply say to you that if I got that spitfire,
Get fly, I'm gonna help you get by,
Bite my lip until it bleed if I let you crash,
Body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash,
Passion-plea to self, so it's not his last,
Lot is cast, take you from a broken past,
Open with his smoking stash,
Promise no more; he done broke his last.

I proceed to put the pieces together,
Obvious is the beat that meets every endeavour, whenever,
Head on, popping and bucking to say it wrong,
Opportunity ducking, all of them stuck in their zone,
Freedom of speech, empower the streets,
Fuel the cowards to spin hours for peace,
They're growing poison, thinking they're doing a moral service,
Whoopy-doo, they black with money,
I should be proud but I'm nervous, like a gun in the hand of a killer,
It always amazes me when the burn the flames off of the scrilla,
Black man, wake up,
Black man, feel me,
Dr. King said we will overcome - will we?
Blood on the streets of Memphis for the cause,
Moment of silence for death as we pause,
Raise the terror alert, give me time to hear from error
And hurt the bearer of news in an era that's almost gone.

I know if I was to simply say to you that if I got that spitfire,
Get fly, I'm gonna help you get by,
Bite my lip until it bleed if I let you crash,
Body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash,
Passion-plea to self, so it's not his last,
Lot is cast, take you from a broken past,
Open with his smoking stash,
Promise no more; he done broke his last,
I know if I was to simply say to you that if I got that spitfire,
Get fly, I'm gonna help you get by,
Bite my lip until it bleed if I let you crash,
Body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash,
Passion-plea to self, so it's not his last,
Lot is cast, take you from a broken past,
Open with his smoking stash,
Promise no more; he done broke his last,
I know if I was to simply say to you that if I got that spitfire,
Get fly, I'm gonna help you get by,
Bite my lip until it bleed if I let you crash,
Body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash,
Passion-plea to self, so it's not his last,
Lot is cast, take you from a broken past,
Open with his smoking stash,
Promise no more; he done broke his last.

Let you crash, body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash,
Passion-plea to self, so it's not his last,
Lot is cast, take you from a broken past,
Open with his smoking stash,
Promise no more; he done broke his last.