Jenny (feat. Daichi Diez & Shaira)

Sometimes we forget 'cause we get caught up in life

And don't see the things that we should see

And appreciate the things that we should appreciate

This song's for the people

And the beautiful things in this world that we take granted of

It's called Jenny

Listen here

I heard of the beat and thought of something beautiful

Forced to be a robot, but seeking for the spiritual

We're living this life and end up at the funeral

But meanwhile, Be something, nothing seems suitable

Life is hard, but you know what to look for

Love or the friendship and maybe that's to die for

Only one path and ain't no really side door

Writing for the light and this is really my war

So listen when the birds are singing, birth that's given

Seasons that changes because Earth is living

Yeah, we take a granted of this simplest beauty for the new seeds

I rap this intellect music

Another dawn after sun's down

Waking with a gun sound, no one's having fun now

Kid crying, Mom, loud

Brightest stars in a darkest night

When I'm losing it I target the mic, come on

Green trees, white waves, bright yellow sunlight

Clear water, brown dirt to red blood from gun fights

Blue tears, grey clouds, just another black night

Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic

Green trees, white waves, bright yellow sunlight

Clear water, brown dirt to red blood from gun fights

Blue tears, grey clouds, just another black night

Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic

After all we know

And after all we show

Don't forget what's in front of you

And keep on shining through

After all we know

And after all we show

Remember what makes you

It's like the smell of the rain that keeps me sane

Like Bob Marley and Miss Hill that easy my pain

I picture the things that don't need to change

Most beautiful things in this world is simple and plan

Like water to quench thirst like the nature that made music first

It's like me taking a pen and writing a verse

If the mind don't give up and nothing is a curse

Beautiful things with beautiful names

Key to this life is to view the small things

And find something you can love for you to maintain

Remember needs and the wants are two different things

Imagine if we never cried, imagine people never lied

Imagine every single person in the world have a mind

Imagine this, imagine all the people in the world reaching for the sky

Green trees, white waves, bright yellow sunlight

Clear water, brown dirt to red blood from gun fights

Blue tears, grey clouds, just another black night

Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic

Green trees, white waves, bright yellow sunlight

Clear water, brown dirt to red blood from gun fights

Blue tears, grey clouds, just another black night

Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic

After all we know

And after all we show

Don't forget what's in front of you

And keep on shining through

After all we know

And after all we show

Remember what makes you

As I inhale the smoke of the soul flower

Nothing to trip and no beef and no drama

It seems stupid 'cause life is your movement

So take a lil' break puff, maybe you feel new, man

Everybody got its own ways of peace

Family or friends maybe rapping to the beats

Maybe reading your book or journey to the sea

This verse is to thank things what you really need

I like to dedicate this song for the people

Deejays and emcees and writers and b-boys

And not just them, I'm saying good and the evils

All different paths with the visions of their heroes

Don't be scared with the choices you make

Might regret, but if you true at least you weren't fake

As I pray with the pencil paper I say

This life with mic is my beautiful way, bring it back

Green trees, white waves, bright yellow sunlight

Clear water, brown dirt to red blood from gun fights

Blue tears, grey clouds, just another black night

Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic

Green trees, white waves, bright yellow sunlight

Clear water, brown dirt to red blood from gun fights

Blue tears, grey clouds, just another black night

Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic

Thanks to Soul Kitchen Studio

And the Goons Trax

And Robert de Boron

I like to give it up for my man, T-Bone Steak

That's doin' some time right now

I love you, man

I love all you guys

So, keep your head up high, man

And keep it real

Peace