I’m beaten down by all the things I didn’t do
and time moves faster now than ever before
but don’t give up on me, I still got love for you
just give me time, and you’ll see what I can become
open fire,
the bullets I spray
bring life to the grave
and reshape the hardest clay
it's hard to say,
I'm some kind of a preacher
but even if I reach a person
out of a hundred, I'm satisfied,
and glad to meet 'ya
could it be the purpose for life,
to speak words that ignite
love in all people alive?
as just one firefly in a million lights,
we gotta a lot to get through so everybody gotta
nibble and bite
dribble and strike
fight for the meek with a might
fierce as an eagle in flight
climb up the steeple tonight
the view so regal, a sprite
lit like a flame in the sky
get out the string and the kite
and let it freely alight
until the tears wet the eyes
that have been swollen but dry
breathing the smoke from the pipe
they're blowing rings to entice
the core of the person into thinking
maybe they don't deserve to be living
and breathing, and acting
with freedom of mind
I’m beaten down by all the things I didn’t do
and time moves faster now than ever before
but don’t give up on me, I still got love for you
just give me time, and you’ll see what I can become
it's taken me a little longer,
longer than it should have
I wish I could do it all again,
I wish I could have
done it first time with the benefit of hindsight
I never would have carried all my gear that night
I never would have doubted super powers, powers on the mic
powers give a superhero power for hours to fight
cowering at my towering height, it's flowering time
bees circling the trees at the knees, devouring mine
swollen, thinking is it all worth it?
I can't smell the roses no I don't deserve this
I deserve the cheddar but I don't like the taste of diary
I guess that's fairly scary to parents who are trying to carry
the weight of a son who lost his life to music
in a world where it's not a currency of monetary uses
am I living too close to the nooses?
maybe winners are the losers,
but who chooses?
I don’t know what to say or do,
I don’t know...
I’m beaten down by all the things I didn’t do
and time moves faster now than ever before
but don’t give up on me, I still got love for you
just give me time, and you’ll see what I can become
credits
credits
from The Lawnmower EP,
released August 30, 2016
Written and produced by Chris Cape and Robert ‘Robsco’ Scott.
Chris Cape - Rap Vocals, Guitars, Programming, Percussion, Keyboards.
Robsco - Sung Vocals, Programming, Keyboards, Additional Guitar.
Mixed by Rob ‘Robsco’ Scott.
Mastered by Jonny Dosé.
Artwork by James William King.
Photography by Fanus Oosthuizen for Oakpics.
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