Yours Now

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (Yeah, I-I like it when you just listen more, like, I just wanna let go) Today, I'm listening to Macy Gray And Billy Holiday Miles Davis and John Coltrane Tryna reminisce on the days I would take a train to my father's place A few panic attacks away Life is a circle, and I used to run it Been 'round it enough to light it then smoke it up Got me coughing, 'cause I don't do this shit a lot These clothes are old, but my trainers the latest drop Schmitt, Lenin on my bedside, and Malcolm X Ewan just sent me The Alchemist, that's next My girl's here quite often these days That's a new picture for a frame While the frame gets bigger then smaller That's my little brother in the corner He don't look like me, but he's like me Says a lot about the World if you ask me I'd give him the World if he asked me In this black and white work, he doesn't read into colours In his colouring book, they all complement each other I learn more from him than from anyone else Not to question the World but let it question me We should all try and listen to the simplest minds For more times, they see more than we do Blinded by the lies, that are designed to deceive you I want to meditate and reason with evil Heard you're forcing a reason for why we're not talking But that's not the truth Some things are better let go and better unsaid I'll shake your hand and wish you the best I'm waking up to a sunset And fall asleep to a drunk text "I'm proud of you" is what my Mum said "I love you" is what my Dad said Yo, those are the words I need They feel like a breeze They let your Son breathe Yeah Feel the gas from the stove Hear the cars fill the roads Finally alone Step out of your clone Throw it in the washing machine and watch it go It'll be dry by tomorrow, my bro An old space My suitcase in the middle These four walls tell you how well they listen Window that talked to me and taught me things It ain't much, but it's everything There's an art to honesty Let truth slide off either side before it gets on top of me Truth is all of this shit's beyond my control Until I start giving it thought and let it go Men have tried to pierce this question we're in Only sadness has shown 'em where a next World begins So I stop asking questions and let life ask em Fall back as these walls begin to darken Good morning It's beautiful this morning Sun shines through the window I left open Travels up these walls that got to know me I'll answer all the questions that you show me I leant on you 'Til you were bruised too That's why I shoulda never let those other walls go Leant on you 'Til you shrugged me off It's why I shoulda never let those other walls go I grew up so well with my Mother I woulda never had it any other I'm still laid here reminiscing Me, holding your forced, hand that forced all the difference I miss your cooking I miss just chillin' Talk feelings In our house, we had no ceilings Just gimme the time and the place And we'll recreate it Today, we got to talking 'bout philosophy And the human passion for action The desire to take one step forwards Despite inevitably taking two steps backwards We're too deep to know which way the waves go As your words ring around my head like a halo Pull up to the station Asking when you'll see me again I said, "You'll always be my best friend" Feel the gas from the stove Hear the cars fill the roads Finally alone Step out of your clone Throw it in the washing machine and let it go It'll be dry in an hour or so A new space My suitcase in the middle These four walls wonder how well they'll listen Window that will talk to me and teach me things It ain't much but it's everything Amen