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Tribe Of Levi "Face the Music" Lyrics



Face the Music

MIC JORDAN:
The music is a mirror, we are all made of harmonics
confused and it gets clearer when Allah relays the knowledge
I can't forsake the promise, being made in God's visage, it made me honest
and I know that's why folks hated Thomas,
but consciousness launches us once caught in this lawless crunch
between the bottle and the box of blunts,
was drunkenness or disgust the cause of my loss of lunch?
coughin' up 'dro and blood, folding up like my crotch was punched
too blessed to stress, I got no luck in stupid shit
but still not fucked by cluelessness, screwing with broods of witches
abuse the brews of bitches
lewd and shiftless, construed as misfits
review the rules and pick which ones you abide by,
but realize you choose, live this life like a drive-by
reveal inside, I do it moving but accurate
my most Draconian magistrate is the man who gets sad or pissed
at the circumstances which I had to list, and who can know them really?
I guess I'm just getting old and silly (I guess I'm just getting old)


CHORUS:
It's time to face the music, this life we choose it
Often, people abuse it (x2)

POOR:
Well I'm Holden C, in the place to be, and I came to say goodbye
you see, I went to the doctor, and he said I was sick, and in six months I would die
now I'm laying in the bed with this pain in my head as my fever starts to rise
and then I start to see the light and I walk right to it to a place that I can't describe
my hands have changed so drastically over the years,
it's just those little things you overlook that appear when it gets near
my tears run wild from uncertainty, what becomes of me will be a mystery
my slim fraction of present history will cease to be
along with misery, the agony, the tragedy,
this long road that had me exhausted and beaten badly
I was a survivor but still a child of destiny, breast-fed breath and ecstasy
love, pain, hate, and jeopardy
did I make the most of life? Did it get the best of me?
these are the questions I ask as I pass into eternity
cuz time waits for no man, that's why AIDS patients have no patience to wait
for some potion to save them and fear enslaves men
to the point they're prejudiced of death, and some embrace it
or just face it with their chins out like Roy Jones, and bring it on!
my grandmama called it going home, after the storm there'll be a calm
her words touch my heart like a poem, and as I pass alone (into the afterlife)


CHORUS:
It's time to face the music, this life we choose it
Often, people abuse it (x2)

NON:
When my life was at its height, death was my only fright,
although we all gotta go, but I can't go without a fight,
I hit the reaper with a right, so disgruntled at my spite,
that it cast me through a tunnel with a bright, distant light,
Then the raidiant energy started pulling me magnetically,
scared of my fate, because it didn't seem heavenly,
headed for a beam, head-first, I heard screams
soul in jeopardy for quenching my thirst by any means
every memory blinded my sight, but still seen,
was this light ahead of me feeling stuck inside of a dream,
Pushed outta the tunnel to an unknown scene,
caught then cleaned, and handed off to a crying queen,
that was just a trying teen, that was lost in a lucid
reality and crusin through amusin illusion,
the world seems too sick, but you pick your own trip,
so get the clue quick, because its time to face the music

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