Gwendolyn B. Sings Sin Lyrics - Growing Out Of It - Lucky Boys Confusion

Counting heads as I enter the room 

Straight check the ration, but it's cool, it's cool 

I'll be kicking rhymes in a self-fulfilling state 

Until the consequence fades away 

A shout out to my lady, Gwendolyn Brooks 

She kicks the poetry, I add the hooks 

We're here together to send a message 

That not too much has changed, bring it in 

Word, I grip the microphone, pass from the left 

I want the bass up so I can feel it in my chest 

Dig this accusation, not a brand new thought 

Just to finer point in life that can't be taught 

I got to focus on my attention on the real thing 

Never realizing till it passes what it is, what it could be 

Janis says get it while you can and this is true 

Cause it may not be tomorrow but we die soon 

We die soon 

I'm gonna tell it to, gonna set it straight 

So I can pass it on to you, watch it circulate, formulate 

Rhymes, ideas, like a lit J 

Passed around, found people got vices these days 

You can shoot H in the veins or popping pills 

But on the microphone I'm executing mad skills 

I can spot a hundred thousand ways to avoid, avoid the truth 

Because it may not be tomorrow but we die soon 

Cruising listening to smooth jazz 

Realizing lost my passion pazzazz for life 

I'm under pressure and I'm not sure 

But it looks like Lady Death is gonna come at her own leisure 

Live it up, give it up, life's unpredictable 

Gotta make sure not a second is dull 

The throw down, the show down at high noon 

It may not be this minute we die soon, lid 

---------- Krier, Pandav