Futuristic Horizons - Jazzlets by Mike

I miss the words we used to say I miss the sounds of yesterday I miss the games we used to play like ohhh I was trapped inside a dream I couldn't see her next to me I didn't know she'd set me free like ohhh Something happens when I hold her She keeps my heart from getting older When the days get short and the nights get a little bit colder We hold each other We hold each other We hold each other Everything looks different now All this time my head was down He came along and showed me how to let go I can't remember where I'm from All I know is who I've become That our love has just begun like ohhh Something happens when I hold him He keeps my heart from getting broken When the days get short and the nights get a little bit frozen We hold each other We hold each other We hold each other If I'm stressing you that blessing that's sent from heaven These days start to feel like hours and hours feel more like seconds People judged us they couldn't see the connection When I look at you, it's like I'm looking back at my reflection I don't see nothing different, our pigments they coincide We hold each other so tight they couldn't break us if they tried I feel the love in your touch and I trust what's inside your mind My eyes are are those of the blind, I see no color or size, ok I know that we've been through a lot I know that we both grew up You know I missed you a lot When I was young I was dumb Didn't think you'd fit in my plot And I appreciate the break because I love what we got now You give me chills and I can't imagine you leaving If I could build a perfect person honestly you would be it And you know nobody knows you like I know you I can't wait to come back home so I can hold you Something happens when I hold her She keeps my heart from getting older When the days get short and the nights get a little bit colder We hold each other We hold each other We hold each other We hold each other We hold each other We hold each other

It wasn't your perfume No, I don't think I sensed it It wasn't your wristwatch And its over sized digits It wasn't your handbag Though I don't think you hid it Titanium lipstick Maybe that did it 'Cause all I remember You seemed futuristic That's all I remember So futuristic, so futuristic It wasn't your posture I think you seemed timid It wasn't your sneakers They never quite fit it It wasn't your car Or the speed that you drive it It wasn't your haircut Or the way that you styled it Still all I remember You seemed futuristic You'd stolen my heart So futuristic And now we're together Just how I wished it Together forever So futuristic, so futuristic

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