Miracle - Move.meant

From the midwest to the west coast and dream

The outcast that came out so fresh and so clean

And I must confess I don’t know everything

But I know what I know, you know what I mean

It’s like the stars aligned, every thousand bars I rhyme

But the right words is hard to find

So I finish lines 'till the finish line’s in sight

Just imagine if I actually had the time to write

Maybe then I’d finally get to where I figured I’d be

Not religious, but I sense something bigger than me

Only problem is it’s hard to understand it like broken English

So I paint my own canvas with a stroke of genius

Something told me my destiny manifests

The best of me stands the test of time

So I took a leap of faith, something like a steeple chasing

Climbed back in the saddle, trying to keep the pace

They say it’s…

Definitely a miracle…

They say an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth

If it changed then it’s

Definitely a miracle…

I say it is what it is

If nothing, it go, go, go

Definitely a miracle…

What you see if what you get, I am what I am

And I feel like it’s

Definitely a miracle…

What’s it gonna take?

You and me…

I know it sounds crazy

Crazy to think it could change, but just maybe

Maybe you’ll blink and the strange, right before your own eyes

Like water to wine, the ignorant grown wise, the rise and fall

If I could break bread with five thousand heads

Take every man’s shoes, walk a mile and tread

It’s like sight for the blind, a voice for the dumb

A symphony for the deaf, embrace for the numb

Feel it, what if rappers stopped acting hard

When in fact they’re scarred, would it really take an act of God

Is he even listening?

What if y’all stopped believing?

Christian, Muslim, Jew

What if people start casting votes?

Stop casting stones

Dead beef, get to acting grown

And their kids stopped killing for a fistful of Lincolns?

Probably just wishful thinking

But I feel like it’s…

I don’t know where to start, I guess it’s like my closing remarks

Sort of like the way a firefly glows in the dark

Sort of like Elizabeth Jennings before Rosa Parks

Like, humble beginnings before the flow sparks

Now the fires lit, it’s so hard to explain why I spit

It’s like who gon' fix things if I quit?

Tell me that, who gon' cross the line

Provoke thoughts in the minds I touched

And I ain’t much for freestyle, I’d much rather freehand

Or free minds, see the free world in my free time

Man, ain’t nothing free, getting at heads like parting the Red Sea

If we’re ever debt free then it’s…

M-M-M-Make a miracle (x4)