White Moon - Sarob

Where there’s smoke, there incense

Switched the concept: rime and onset

Let’s live a little

Inch after mile — after day after while

Maybe all this time i took might give a little

Lesson learned, listen, i can’t be like y’all want

I’m only myself

Shit that’s good enough

Got a few words that i jotted

Cairo cotton pearl spotted

Black bodies shot down

How could i remain silent?

I can’t be like y’all want

I know where i’m from—

Shit, that’s good enough

Buzz into my grandma’s spot

See the fam and such, they say to rap on site—that's for amateurs

I think I made a mistake

Tried help you relate

Sure, we one in the same but we ain’t winning the same

And I left school in the spring

Maybe that could seem highfalutin

But I ain’t climb this high for nothin'

Sweat stinging in my eyes, nights spent in the light

Show the world, that’s a nigga’s delight

Showing love, that’s the secret to life

88 seasons, keys shaky like malfeasance

Put it down but it’s no leisure

~ uh ~

Breakdown, watch a soul lesion

I rang my old girl out of the blue

The call never went through

She texted back and said, «I don’t need ya»

But ain’t ya lonely?

Ain’t ya lonely?

You’ve been on my mind

Where there’s breath, there’s still hope

That’s what the news don’t show

Everybody play cynical

Everybody inimical

Everybody pretending to push they-self to the pinnacle

But your product is living proof

Paul Pollock the picture

I’m pall-bearing my weight

My arms starting to fissure

Lemme lie witcha

Lemme vie witcha

Beat the tide witcha

You know I’ll ride witcha

You need gas money?

Keep the five witcha

That’s another day under the white moon

My pops got locked up—hoping he write soon

And new friends popped up

I ain’t invite you

I did it despite you

Born again, boy Lonnie Lynn

Born again, boy Lonnie Lynn

I see my best me, tell me how to embody him

I passed my threshold, diving out in the audience

Really up in this

Really up in this

(Outro)

You ain’t never gotta say it if you got the glow

Tell a dime fall through like my pockets broke

If a nigga act funny, tell him watch his mouth

All my north side niggas know what i’m talking 'bout

Everybody say they get it—what you gon doooo wit it?

Know a shawty who be kidding—i'ma let yoooouu hit it

Too savv, smoking toussades

Up like suicides

Smile like tooth shine gold

Mind on wooh-sah