Classic Intervals - Jazzlets by Mike

A bubble floating up A perfect pink sky Dodging bullets on the go One could look too much at their reflections One could see them tear a hole One could see them tear it all The intervals that we know, they don't make it change They don't overshadow us in any way Nearly drowned in thought, almost gone there "Dodging needles takes a lot Being up here, you could drop Every bubble has its pop You'll become what you are not" And suddenly it's in your eyes The intervals that we know, they don't make it change They don't overshadow us in any way Yes, our touch crosses oceans Our touch crosses oceans Our touch crosses oceans The intervals that we know, they don't make it change They don't overshadow us in any way A bubble floating up A perfect pink sky Moving closer, getting near Almost quiet, almost clear

A distant vision In the closest of moments to my being Standing free of design, an entity of my own And with eyes opening It shatters within a breath It shatters within a breath But already the thought Lost my mind in question Beyond reason Say goodbye to the world as we knew it To the eyes that couldn't see Now we're dying trying to find out What this life could mean So say goodbye to the world as we knew it The incidental fortunes that are our moments To feel and see, create and dream It is our duty to live while we can A distant vision In the closest of moments to my being Standing free of design, an entity of my own And with eyes opening Say goodbye to the world as we knew it To the eyes that couldn't see Now we're dying trying to find out What this life could mean So say goodbye to the world as we knew it Say goodbye to the world as we knew it To the eyes that couldn't see Now we're dying trying to find out What this life could mean So say goodbye to the world as we knew it

I just think timin' is everything Like nigga, this it, this, this one right here That ain't easy Stay motivated, stay inspired I owe it to myself, stay down on it And it ain't been hard throughout the journey It's been a journey Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh Hey-ayy-ah Hello, hello my niggas Hello and hello my niggas Please keep it mellow, my niggas I'm sippin' yellow, my nigga You itchin' and twitchin', and glitchin', my nigga Listen, my nigga (Shh) Snakes in your circle and them bitches hissin', my nigga My nigga don't listen One thing I hate 'bout my nigga So I just pray 'bout my nigga Nigga, it's hard Niggas done gave up on God Maybe God gave up on us Maybe She angry we worshippin' all these False idols so devils just prayin' on luck This for the junkie, the fiend and the loser Prayin' to God in the back of a cruiser I pray that prison can cure your addiction And devil's affliction don't hurt you no more Needin' no reason, but I'll let you know I was so young when I stood at that store That I did not know that the money you paid me Was meant for your babies, and now they just poor It was just business, my nigga I am not vicious, my nigga I had no vision, my nigga I wanted Gucci and Fendi, my nigga Gucci, Givenchy, my nigga But no, know them crackers ain't love us, my nigga All of them crackers said fuck us, my nigga Mad 'cause they women in love with the god They fuck us and suck us, and love us, my nigga Back to the trap, back to the Dickies and buffs Lookin' like I drive a truck Fuckin' my bitch Shit, better be rich She buy a new bag of weed Goddamnit, I don't understand it But if she's an addict, this Gucci purse gon' get her geeked Thick with an ass She is as bad as [?] Pretty as Coretta Scott All that I got She got the face of a model She got the heart of Asada She from the gutter, my nigga Wife and a mother, my nigga Winnin' together, my nigga Free Leonard Pelletier, my nigga, Obama Please free our mama, my nigga Asada, my nigga Peace to Mutulu, my nigga Heart of a Zulu, my nigga Free Larry Hoover, my nigga Free Jeff Fort, my nigga Fuck all the courts, my nigga Movin' like Malcolm and Martin, and King Lift every voice, this the song that I sing Born in the womb of a beautiful teen I am a beautiful, wonderful thing I am a king, my woman's a queen Master of hearts, say that we are the God I stand it hard like John Henrik Clarke Even of my days of whippin' it hard I'll tell the devil that black man is God Keepin' it player, just playin' my part Lean on my demon and post [?] Jewelry all gleamin' like Rakim Allah My Eric B. is my nine in the car You try to [?] me, get nine in your jaw Bless all the felons that handled it raw Fuck all the tellers that ran to the law (Hey) Watch out for the hitters with sticks in the car My name is Michael, on down by law Won't You help us so hardly, Father? (Holy Father) Like I could show with the mother (I wish I was your mamma) Like nobody's gonna live forever, and neither have I Two shots for the city that raised me (Atlanta, Georgia) Thanks for the praise that you gave me (Something for ya) Because without it, nobody would've known that I was even alive I'm down This shit is so Atlanta Down by law