Saba, Eryn Allen Kane, Black Thought - Few Good Things lyrics

I put the punch in the kick
Instead of punchin' a clock
It's no wonder that this is timeless
Nights spent sleepin' on the floor
Need a bed or at least a cot
Since his dreams startin' to define him
The grind never stopped for
The workin' class, fuck a Birkin bag
I learned my colors
Then I had to watch what color shirt I had
Like a concierge
I show the way of our concernin' past
But everybody can't come along
I come to terms with that
I ain't never been one to burn
Bridges or burn a bag
Ironic, money turn a man into an island
And a friend into a financial advisor
Take a family and divide it in America
The land of the tyrant
Still with the same niggas


And that mean the women too
The only thing change what I
Paid for the tennis shoe
Like Eminem on the stage 'fore he blew
This is livin' proof
Bad things come in threes
Good things come in few yeah, few

All the fears we had to run from
And he only want a few things
We went back to where we start from
Not the only one
All the fears we had to run from
And he only want a few things
We went back to where we start from
Not the only one

Niggas reppin' blocks like the taxi wars
But the thing about turf is
That it never actually grows
I tried to focus on the
Sprouts like a grocery store
But in the hood
Shit don't always go how it's supposed to go
So we adjusted like a
Tailor makin' alterations
Altercations in a Austin neighborhood
Was all for paper
Group think swear that it was all
Contagious how we all complacent
I said, "Fuck it
I'm all in" like I was off to Vegas
The followed days
I grew my dreads like I was part Jamaican
Know the journey waitin' is a lonely one
They'll call him crazy
Because believin' in yourself
Not often celebrated
People projectin' a mirror image
That is merely hatred
The fear he faces is the same as me
I'm peer adjacent all truth
You know I don't lie like Shakira shakin'
Iridescent people show they colors
I assume they true
Bad things come in threes
Good things comin' soon few

And he only want a few things

All the fears we had to run from
And he only want a few things
We went back to where we start from
Not the only one
All the fears we had to run from
And he only want a few things
We went back to where we start from
Not the only one

From what we knew about my mother
She was cut from the cloth
Of South Carolina Gullah
She knew to keep the root
A right amount of color
Her old soul remind you of somebody abuelas
It's smooth the way she dip
Into her mental capoeira
When she starin' into your soul and
You tryin' not to let her
Now and then you might get a
Word if not a operetta
When she take it upon herself
To drop a acapella 'bout different rules
Relatives you can't pick and choose
How they quick to get
Confused and then disapprove
Grown actin' like they still in school
But in the grand scheme of things
It all seems pretty minuscule
A cool toast to the people we adore the most
Let's hold 'em close like the
Water headed for the coast I'm wide awoke
What I'm haunted by is more than ghosts
It's when you slip and
Sippin' a mornin' roast
Listenin' to Hall and Oates
Oyster flex on a ashy wrist
As I reflect on what got me this
How I'm one of Cassie kids
We from SP and we come in twos
I'm unenthused, but good things come in fews

I tried that invincible shit
But the principle is
When it's niggas defendin' your wig
Then it's a pendulum shift
I tried to spend a little
Less like a minimalist
But then I can confess that this
Gets harder the bigger you get
The rich'll get rich, the poor get pissed
That's just what it is
We seen everything from the gutter to glitz
Adults in the crib tellin' they
Kids to cover they ears
Fight with a youngin and watch
They older brothers appear
Like two in the front and one in the rear
The fun subsides when you gotta swallow
Your anger or stomach your fear
All the money a myth, it's a sunken abyss
But necessary for the family to
Have somewhere to live
So you stuck with makin' decisions
More than some wouldn't get
The baggage that come with the bag
Hope you not fumblin' it
Marathon, not a sprint, like I'm honorin' Nip
When commas the common denominator
All the percent
Got us movin' to the Pacific in
Hopes that it would be different
The boat we was on had physics
That left some of us swimmin'
Don't ask 'bout my independence
We not financially literate
Dangle a million dollars when
Oxygen was the mission
We just wanna breathe
We been drownin' down here for centuries
Black and brown boy identity
Families that depend on me
Art get turned to assembly line
Every line my lineage glass half full
The other half was the emptiness
We turned a bunch of nothing to abundance
Few good things

When When When uncle Eddie
Got married to auntie he He married my aunt
You have to tell the story