Common, Guru, Bob James - State of Clarity lyrics
Common [Lonnie Rashid Lynn] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Common, Guru, Bob James - State of Clarity lyrics]
My mind blows decisions, at times indecisive
I think about the paradox that life is
Keep my head to the sky
And understand what Christ is
Turn off the news 'cause every
Day is a crisis
Lifeless niggas on the couch weeded out
It's certain types of niggas in
My life I weeded out
I believe in the route of soul before paper
No gold before labor
Truth told with no glaziers
Days are getting darker quick
I was told it was written, I'ma author it
Wanna go the same place that the martyrs went
The black figures on the wall in my apartment
Like LaDainian, y'all, I be charging it
Touching down with the people from my town
It's the Chi that be giving me my ground
Dug in the crates of my
Soul and I found… clarity
Be yourself ayo, just be yourself
So just be yourself c'mon, just be yourself
Be yourself ayo, just be yourself
So just be yourself c'mon, just be yourself
Toiled in the trenches
Faced judges on benches
Betrayed by some that I fed, not to mention
Standing here now in the best condition
Up outta the dirt so I suggest you listen
See, money can't make you or me
Protect my mind with nines 'cause
It shines more than jewelry
Used to do things that weren't too productive
Now I breathe life into mics for your comfort
I see past the groupies and
Golddiggers to fine women
How I'm living? Doing me
And not savagely driven
Taught the game of fortune and fame
So I'm not playing no more
I hold the torch with flames
I've lost and gained at the same time
MC's biting and swagger jacking still
Commit the same crimes
Once you see past the surface
That trash is worthless
With me you get a lasting purpose
Be yourself ayo, just be yourself
So just be yourself c'mon, just be yourself
Just be yourself ayo, just be yourself
So just be yourself c'mon, just be yourself
I think about the paradox that life is
Keep my head to the sky
And understand what Christ is
Turn off the news 'cause every
Day is a crisis
Lifeless niggas on the couch weeded out
It's certain types of niggas in
My life I weeded out
I believe in the route of soul before paper
No gold before labor
Truth told with no glaziers
Days are getting darker quick
I was told it was written, I'ma author it
Wanna go the same place that the martyrs went
The black figures on the wall in my apartment
Like LaDainian, y'all, I be charging it
Touching down with the people from my town
It's the Chi that be giving me my ground
Dug in the crates of my
Soul and I found… clarity
Be yourself ayo, just be yourself
So just be yourself c'mon, just be yourself
Be yourself ayo, just be yourself
So just be yourself c'mon, just be yourself
Toiled in the trenches
Faced judges on benches
Betrayed by some that I fed, not to mention
Standing here now in the best condition
Up outta the dirt so I suggest you listen
See, money can't make you or me
Protect my mind with nines 'cause
It shines more than jewelry
Used to do things that weren't too productive
Now I breathe life into mics for your comfort
I see past the groupies and
Golddiggers to fine women
How I'm living? Doing me
And not savagely driven
Taught the game of fortune and fame
So I'm not playing no more
I hold the torch with flames
I've lost and gained at the same time
MC's biting and swagger jacking still
Commit the same crimes
Once you see past the surface
That trash is worthless
With me you get a lasting purpose
Be yourself ayo, just be yourself
So just be yourself c'mon, just be yourself
Just be yourself ayo, just be yourself
So just be yourself c'mon, just be yourself