Always Shine Lyrics - Black Radio - Robert Glasper

You're in my heart, you're in my mind 

You're the star that will always shine 

Forever you'll be with me 

Uh, it go like 

You ever see the inner depths of a man's soul? 

Or ninja turtles pouring out of manholes 

This is balance 

Between a comic and a conscious, that's the challenge 

Between the solitary and the conference that I examines 

That I imagine was a figure 

Would be the start of world peace and the transformation of niggas 

Like the transubstantiation of liquor 

But that's just turnin' them into blood 

And we'll be right back where we was 

Not a peace-sign, but a fascination with scissors 

So I can cut 

Myself off from the calculations of empress, empires, and the sinners 

For advancement of human suffering 

And other things trying to impede my publishing and editorials 

That's gon' bring it back to us again 

A boomerang might as Halle Barry and Eddie and everybody fuckin' it 

You're in my heart, you're in my mind 

You're the star that will always shine 

Forever you'll be with me 

Shotgun 

Even though independent cars ain't got one 

I got some and more to spare 

No more despair 

My motor-ware don't match my motivate to mate 

Also I drive to stay alive and ride this over there 

My momma so mad, so no alcohol in here 

I'm Aries Spears on my Jay-Z shit 

Affion on the Drake skit 

Now how many more can I make with just one voice 

They might call it fake shit 

This some deep shit 

It's my me impersonatin' we shit 

Vicariously in every rap I speak with 

I hope you're speakin' for me, if I'm ever speechless 

Cause I'mma be you 

Even though you're not here to be with 

I hope I see these gangsters actin' like teachers 

Wake up out they sleep, then they dream 

And the world so Martin Luther King-less 

You're in my heart, you're in my mind 

You're the star that will always shine 

Forever you'll be with me 

And to my hero Heron, Gil Scott 

In a discourse with Baldwin 

On a jet plane with no fear for fallin' 

But wishin' it never lands 

Reminiscent of the dream time 

Presently en route to the rhymes of the machine time 

Magazine times 

With coffee more sugar and milk than coffee 

Aborted rhymes, rotten beats, and failed hooks 

Roads as bumpy as braille books 

Fail cools, bad French, and mad push at the door 

Gourmet food at the starving soiree 

A choice of one easy woman at a time 

I'll take three the hard way 

Trying to be as abstract as possible 

And vulgar, the more shocking the more profitable 

A baby fed molten gold 

And sat upon a pedestal promote getting called 24 carot souls 

How to describe this 

Insightful remarks such as the best thing I've ever heard is silence 

Some more technically impressive 

In a faux Spanish romantic hues of a Marxist dialectic 

Please listen to the critics, pointless is the common passerby 

Might as well not even exist, not even a bit 

In the event of my demise give everything I prize to the poor 

And to the oppressors, I leave a war 

And so on and so forth