Nov 23, 2007

Life Time

Many of you have probably noticed the song that's been playing recently on my blog. It's called "Lifetime" by Mat Kearny and it has to be one of my favorite songs right now. I've disabled the autostart feature on the song, as I figured most regular readers have heard the song plenty of times already though. However, if you'd like to hear the song, all you have to do is click on the "play" key of the player in the top right corner of the page. From time to time I may change the song that will play when this blog is opened.

Here's the lyrics to "Lifetime."

I'm not about the hip-hop kid
I'm for your life

Well here's another stone in the walls of this lifetime, of this lifetime.
I built them tall but they gonna fall
When the days gone by, when my children cry.
When I'm gone and gray what will the people say about this lifetime?
I'll stand to say you that you came my way with the Son of love, the brightest day
Of this lifetime.

Just wanna stop and take a second to tell you how I feel.
It seems like lately I've been bouncin' from heaviness to zeal.
What's on this kids heart seems to be my only art.
Seems like my wordplay's been stoppin' before it starts.
Everytime I sit down to flip lines with dope rhymes
I can't escape this notion as the word starts to chime. I hear this voice beckonin and callin'
"Stop your mockin' and stallin'
Who you followin',
better who you leadin' and believin'?
Are you talking or decievin'?"
And another crumple ball hits the trash can
And here I stand an empty man
Just to tell you my son, baby girl
You're the one, the reason that I'm doing this
Why I pursue this. Cause I've been burnt by a kiss
That's infected my heart and I can't part from the Son's love.
The falling dove, the Father up above
Who keeps seekin' and speakin' softly callin' with power
To shower gifts that lift burdens that bend
That's why I come around That's why I stop to write
That's why I step now to grease these mics
Cause I'm not about the hip-hop kid I'm for your life

Well here's another stone in the walls of this lifetime, of this lifetime.
I built them tall but they gonna fall
When the days gone by, when my children cry.
When I'm gone to gray what will the people say about this lifetime?
I'll stand to say you that you came my way with the Son of love, the brightest day
Of this lifetime

I'll grab these chrome domes and wet these pop shields
Belting out these simple tones over these winding reels
Just so you can rock flows and twist on radios
Spinning disc and rolled tapes and waxes turning in your phone
When all is said and done and the record has been spun and the tape has been run
The CDs all scratched, it ain't my day in the sun
What will they look back and say was the brush of my pen the reason I got in?
What did I leave for my kin, my peers and all my peoples, my friends and all my equals?
Was I tripping up my folk or mountin wings like eagles?
Was evil in my will or will blessing now for this child
I've gone wild for miles with rhymes and sparked smiles to get ya'll to a place
Where you look me in my face to breathe and to taste a love that will erase
The teeth grinding hopeless finding all the painful past mining the caves of corruption
Turnin back to nothing but all the while you want your father's, a father's heart
Lord, I can't do you justice but I did my best spoke my chest
I leave it up for you to do the rest cause when the fire refines all else is just ashes

Well here's another stone in the walls of this lifetime, of this lifetime.
I built them tall but they gonna fall
When the days gone by, when my children cry.
When I'm gone and gray what will the people say about this lifetime?
I'll stand to say you that you came my way with the Son of love, the brightest day
Of this lifetime

I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
To make a rock my home
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
To build with bricks of gold.

1 comment:

Mr. Graves said...

Great song. I like the legacy. This is why you're a teacher. And this is why you're a good one.