Glitches
by The Roots
You live, you die
And spend the years in between
asking the question
Why you've been through what
you been
You lose, you win
You even pay for other sins
But you most always adore the
skin you are in
I woke up and it was pouring
down rain
I put my head on, it really
wasn't no thing
One of them days I was feeling
immune to the pain
Threw on, Alice Coltrane,
smoked and sang
And wrote this flame composed
to the rhythm of the droplets
And went whispering similar to
gossip
The kick slapping at the window
glass
Slow down the globe so it don't
spin too fast
Because, I been running like a
river since
The age of my early innocence
It just made me ambitious
My grams used to tell me 'Man
listen,
If you can't burn, don't step
into the kitchen'
You muscle your turn, the laws
of the land vicious
We gotta stick to the plan,
which is
Pursuing true riches, whether
we trade stock or wash dishes
Throughout setbacks and few
glitches
The Big Picture's the focus,
being hopeless
Or helpless, we not selfish so
we wrote this
Give it to ya, make you feel
good
Know what I'm talkin about?
C'mon
Yo from the parquet floors to
the fifty foot ceiling
I pull the heavy black curtain
back, now revealing
The sun beneath the velvet, and
like it was mine
No one elses, embracing the
beams yo, I felt it
And stood there, feeling it,
getting charged
Turn me loose upon the streets,
a young poet at large
Out in the world, up against
tremendous odds
Some'll let it break em and
throw in they cards
But my squad remain focus when
we goin for ours
And we don't, do it for chains
or do it for cars
And we don't, do it for lames
or do it for broads
And we don't, do it for fame,
we do it because
It's for the young black gifted
mind
Living the story of the most
twisted kind
Turbulent times swirled around
they dome like a turban
It gets disturbing, feelin
alone in the urban
But maintain ya grip for just a
little bit
I'd tell you it's all good but
that's bullshit
Let's just try to feel good,
yeah...know what I'm talkin bout