CunninLynguists, The Grouch, Eligh, G&E Music - Only The Past lyrics

I mean to be in the moment
To really sit still in it
Without the pills and other thangs
And get real with it
To not reflect or project
These feelings i’m harboring
To not give fuck bout
Who’s feelings I’m bothering it’s startling
How hard it is swallowing truth
I’m dry heaving on the daily
Need to water my roots
I’m supposed to be the type
Of soldier God would recruit
But, I lost my troops and
It’s soo hard to regroup tryna cope
Losing hope out following smoke
When I approach
They looking through me as if I was a ghost
Cause, I’m not in the present
I’m present but not my essence
Don’t count these seconds, nigga
Count your blessings! But time is money
If a brother ain’t countin’ dollars
I’d be homeless in these mountain hollers
It’s hard i’m at odds
Between earth and star
But for the moment put the purp in the ‘gar
My nigga and just

Learn from my mistakes, raking up the leaves
Burn them in my place, ashes in the breeze
Smash em in your face
For re hashing the past
Now you can taste the history
Misery and peace
Yet peace is in the present
So I make a constant effort
To feel my feet against the street
The way we feel the beat rattle and roll
Straddle the bass line like
I straddle my goals
Tight with a whip in sight
With a wit thats like a thousand
Sarcastic talk show hosts
And a vicious right jab
To mic stands, which might land
The riches I grab, in the
Right place: the heart chakra
The riches I speak of are
Not of a monetary operating
System, your lost, obnoxious
Non-spirit driven operas are
Not my cup of tea my people fuck with me
Because I'm fucking free! I live in the now
The futures un-known
But I cook my destiny without a recipe
Just me and god to see beyond

To the victor goes history
Cover up the the misery
Oppressed seek oppressor for what's meant
To be a memory
Placed upon papyrus or witnessed
With your iris
Degraded through the grapevine soured
As the vine is
Still recited by the Pius with
Approval from the highest
Placed up on the food chain
So slaves can buy a new chain
Freshly topped tombstones
Them graves can get new a name
Spark a conversation after soaking
It in butane searching for a new lane while
Waving at the the past
To be the wave of the future
But the tides turning fast
Cops already purging in the
Streets without a mask
The stage is being set with
Only extras in the cast
The faint of heart can't grasp how
The brave can simply laugh
The humor is the hubris to be
First to carve the path and gasp

Makin' time out of nothin' but everything
Can't is just a word that we never sing
Let it be heard
I make noise from the silence of light
Sights from the science of sound
Profound thoughts
Let's walk, between the seconds they talk
I pay it no mind I
Know their reference is off
I get my messages straight from the heavens
And share em with my brethren in
Case they're late to the session
Can you relate to the question? I can
Just a man with a place for progression
Face it, bass hit's for discussion
It's all the same shit
Spaceships get percussive
I turn clocks with my muscles
Move rocks with a chuckle
Just watch, no buckle
When time is a puzzle then trust this
Life isn't measured it just is