The things that I remember,
The things that make me bleed,
The things that got me sipping brew,
and smoking all this weed.
The things that make me humble,
The things that make me learn,
The very things brewing in my pot, thats why I burn.
Because yes its my freedom,
Because I have no fear,
Because I can't remember whats its like to shed a tear.
Not because I am brave,
Not because I'm insane,
But because the Lord told me he will heal me of all my pain.
Yes I will struggle,
Yes I will strife,
Yes I will hustle,
Yes this is life.
Still my children be brave,
Keep your fears sealed,
Because the Lord assures me, theres nothing that can't be healed.
So you praise his name,
So you bow and pray,
But do you ever put your faith in him, as you sit and you say,
Prayers told to thee,
Prayers told to thieves,
So thieves stole em', rearranged em' and told them to me.
So sleep deep and breath,
Heavenly thoughts of Eve
And eventually heaven will take you into her heavenly dream.
Peel away the layers,
There you will find me there,
Sitting pretty, looking fly
In the cabin of my lear, yea
Just drinking on a beer, yea
Without a fucking care, yea
And next to me just for you,
There lays an empty chair,
So come, I'll take you there
Were flying thro the air
Headed back to my lair.
Cause Hova told me once, that life is but a beach chair,
And so I sit here.......
And I feel no fear......
~Quik
