Yesterday had me dreaming to be
a different page in history
cuz yesterday was chasing me
away from where I ought to be
if yesterday had been kind to me
I would sing a different melody
but yesterday had be dreaming to be
a different page in History

For what its worth, I breathe life and give birth
an attempt to present, on the state of the earth
I be the break of the dawn, shining light on this art
and refrain from the part, that mutates and perverts
The real deal
stiring up the blood in your heart
upend the tipping point, and revert to the start
I seem - to be - the bridge the gap
laying flat on my back
connect the first and the last
Moving on
the task at hand is daunting It seems
when the scenes from your dreams
seem too opaque to be seen, see
not everyone's convinced
that a solution exists
except a hand full of artists
circling around this biz
and so I spit
emphatically delivering, the lyrical medicine
nutritioning and counseling
the rhythm is deceiving and
appealing while relieving
if you listen to the mission
it will answer all your questions
it will set you in position to breathe again

Yesterday had me dreaming to be
a different page in history
cuz yesterday was chasing me
away from where I ought to be
if yesterday had been kind to me
I would sing a different melody
but yesterday had be dreaming to be
a different page in History


I approach sunlight
fearing the new day dawning
praying God watch my back
keep me from falling
i work hard at walking
my heart widely open
hopin not to stumble
on rocky pulpits
so let Noel go tell
a different story
like they talk of life
a life that dont know me
i still got that
message to send
and i dont pretend that
to be that rightous or that holly
wholly hopin got me talking
of taking talk and turning
talk to walking …To get them open, while
mixing up the facts
and backing up the tracks
that mix up the paths
while taking time in watching
the day turn cold
hope turns to mold
and the stories unfold
in the manner they were told
emboldening the real deal
while failing to keep it real
falling and facing
the facts that sicken and ill


Id like to take journeys
and turn money into memories
moments worth holding
to help define identities
change lives and take time
to inhale life like
gasping for deep air
screaming for god sake
breathe, as
it is what it is
and I am not the first to admit