Murs - I'm Innocent lyrics

What up though? It's MURS and
It seems like nobody's trying man
There's kids dying in Sudan
And nobody cares man
At least I'm trying, man
Look, don't ever let the fact
That you can't be perfect
Stop you from doing your best
MURS for President

Unless we try, the innocent will die
You can't close your eyes
Keep living in a lie look, we not helpless
We not hopeless said a prayer for the homie
Locked up and wrote this
He got to get out and change his ways
While I'm looking for a way
To explain these days
It's trying times, I'm trying to rhyme
But so many fascinated with
This life of crime, hah
Look, I'm dying to be different
Down to die to make a difference
Music for the movement with
A message upliftin'
Went from set-trippin' to trips
Around the world opportunities are oysters
You might find a pearl
You can't be scared to take that chance
Cause if you had to knock twice
Then you late for the dance
You gotta, move with urgency
Assert with certainty
Ask me if I'm set to serve, I say
"Certainly"
Higher than the kite, I'm high off life
At the height of my career
A high priest on mics
I'm anti-thug and anti-drugs
Brought peace to the party and got anti-love
But haters so antiquated, I anticipated
Accepted it internally
Had 9th interpolate it
He chopped it up and laid it in
A session and he played it
I wrote, recorded to it
Now look what we created
A hot mess, I'm hot off the press
You yesterday's news, dude you just not fresh
You cold coffee, you wet cigarettes
I'm a shot of espresso and hot morning sex
Early to rise and the last to fall
The best thing for black
Youths since the basketball
Word to Kurtis Blow
You gotta know +The Breaks+
And if you don't know your history
I know your fate uh, look
Been here a minute, be around a while longer
Every rhyme invented, my style got stronger
Grayskull Power when I spray soul showers
While you battle rap cats
Just lay low cowards
Oh, you mad cause I'm stylin' on you
Love songs one minute
Then I'm wildin' on you
That's The Pain you gotta Love And Appreciate
I'm a Bad Man
You Silly Girls need to get it straight
Ha, small guys, denying this is my world
Your girlfriend call herself a
Dark-skinned white girl got a 9th beat
Man come on he hear me in the sample before
He even through the drum on run-on sentence
I'm the best, period he pull the track out
I'll black out I'm not hearing it
Nada, nothing, the negative zone
And if you can't do better
You should let it alone, hah
I want it more than you
I want it, I want it right now
I'm wanted in forty-eight states
For this style it's sicker than syringes
Streamlined with strychnine vegan diet
Healthy heart and soul with a sick mind
Inclined to flip split minds
When I spit rhymes so go ahead kick yours
Hope I don't kick mine
At 50 yard line against the
Wind through the uprights
While you just choke and can't
Win cause you uptight
Ha! He came to the game with two emcees
Back when people said you can't
Make beats on PCs
Internet haters, major labels be damned
Soon produced the full-blown threat
For the man now his phone blowin' up
He can't hold it in his hand
A few months back them
Fools didn't understand
Now it's Mary J and Erykah, Jean Grey, etc
The name 9th Wonder and
He crushin' all competitors
I cross train, toss brain fuel on hot tracks
Burn in intelligent infernos, you got that?
I speak clear like the
Sample is in triplicates
Get every crooked cop in Los
Angeles to handle this
Insane, inspired, insider street analyst
Questioning authority who don't know
What the answer is
The voice is proof the choice of the youth
Forensic evidence say the boy is the truth