There is more to life than this We are more than just this flesh We are alive and our time has come For a new awakening I'd rather burn out than fade away I will not live in fear Run the race that will lead to nowhere fast Trapped in the haze of this

This could be the very minute I'm aware I'm alive All these places feel like home With a name I'd never chosen I can make my first steps As a child of twenty-five This is the straw, final straw in the Roof of my mouth as I lie to you Just because I'm

This could be the very minute I'm aware I'm alive All these places feel like home With a name I'd never chosen I can make my first steps As a child of twenty-five This is the straw, final straw in the Roof of my mouth as I lie to you Just because I'm

Love isn't good enough And the waves in the sea They slip away just like me So let go, oh You weren't good enough Only dark hearts (You're vicious now, yeah you're vicious now!) Waking up I don't feel alive How fucked up are we inside

And the sun will rise Dawn will break through the blackest night Distant in its glow This shall pass be still and know In this struggle Are we dead or alive? Freedom is not existence It's why we survive Shake our grief

The square root of a kilo is me nigga We gon' have it locked Cause we the only thing to talk about If Michael Jackson came alive right now He'd ask you to smoke one for him So in his honor You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short Think you're Dee Brown,

Hey, mother, father, sister Hey, come back, tryin', believein' Hey, mother, father, dreamer She sits alone, an empty stare A mother's face she wears Where did she go wrong, The fight is gone Lord help this broken home Don't you know that I'm alive for you

And on on, and on, and on we go You are the love of my life We love who we are but now it's gone Let's leave before we eat each other alive This time we know we know Can't get her out of my head This place is a mess Holding onto cobwebs

(Diamonds are forever) Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme Good mornin', this ain't Vietnam still People lose hands, legs, arms, for real Little was known of Sierra Leone And how it connect to the

That would be enough Look around, look around at how lucky we are To be alive right now Look around, look around How long have you known? A month or so Eliza, you should have told me I wrote to the General a month ago