He Knew - Suave Colione

Let's begin at the beginning We're lovers and we're losers We're heroes and we're pioneers And we're beggars and we're choosers We're skirting round the edges of the ideal demographic We're almost on the guest list But we're always stuck in traffic We've watched our close associates Up and play their parts Chatting up the it-girls And they're tearing up the charts While we were paying with coppers To get our round in at the bar We're the C-Team, we're the almost famous Old friends of the stars Justin is the last Of the great romantic poets And he's the only one among us Who is ever gonna make it We planned a revolution From a cheap Southampton bistro I don't remember details But there were English boys with banjos Jay is our St. George, and he's standing on a wooden chair And he sings songs, and he slays dragons, and he's losing all his hair And Adam is the resurrected spirit of Gram Parsons In plaid instead of rhinestone and living in South London And no one's really clear about Tommy's job description But it's pretty clear he's vital to the whole damn operation And Dave Danger smiles at strangers, Tre's the safest girl I know And Zo and Harps will scamper up to victory in the city we call home We won't change our ways We will proud remain When the glory fades When the glory fades, yeah Yeah, I am sick and tired of people Who are living on the B-list Yeah, they're waiting to be famous And they're wondering why they do this And I know I'm not the one who is habitually optimistic But I'm the one who's got the microphone here so just remember this Yeah, well, life is about love, last minutes and lost evenings About fire in our bellies and furtive little feelings And the aching amplitudes that set our needles all a-flickering And they help us with remembering that the only thing that's left to do is live Yeah, the only thing that's left to do is live After all the loving and the losing For the heroes and the pioneers The only thing that's left to do Is get another round in at the bar

Instead of State Property I chose to be Gods Property My savors the only certain in the probably Even win the Saints loose balance And saved foundation feels wobbly My life is not my own See I'm both bold and proudly Gods Property Like psalmist Kirk and his choir Even though I'm sinner saved by grace with more priors Then the Institutionalized behind the barb wires I'm just choosing to stand for Christ despite Inequity desires Head Aching screams to go back the lifestyle of my minor Staged dramatics of the satire Of life instincts calling me for Higher God's truth and though the devil is a liar Its work force feeding the stand-up In a generation Richard Prior Individual fight gets lost In the inclusion of the ours The Good News... I don't know what Imam do next The Good News Is ain't never gotta worry about a thang The Goods News Is that I'm not only a conquer The Good News Is every day I get stronger The Good News No man knows the second, minute, or hour We just surviving the beasts belly's devour To standing under an open Heaven drenched in the shower Down pouring the blessings in the trials of the hour Our God is omnipresent Meaning the seasons of seed harvest or Life events that cause your inner strengths to coward So we P.U.S.H Pray Til something happens Because in his name is real Power Not like G.P. or G.E. Electric But the Power to make The light and the dark symmetric Breathe life into a clayed vessel of his making He's my hope for tomorrow When the current seems crazy When the mots of situation blind the cardinal site of his amazing Still breathing, Shelter, nourishment, and 5 senses To not give Him honor would be senseless So give Him praise for his Forgiveness The Good News I don't know what I'mma do next The Good News Is ain't never gotta worry about a thang The Goods News Is that I'm not only a conquer The Good News Is every day I get stronger The Good News