Shad, Lisa Lobsinger, Brendan Canning, Ian Kamau - Lucky 1's lyrics

I can't derail I train hard
Then relax on tracks
Keep the brain sharp hitting like
An axe on wax axe never touch trees meaning
I don't puff weed but, I hope to plant my
Seeds before I must leave
Believing that hope grows even
In the stone cold bitter and bleak old souls
Sold like it's antique
Road show except for so damn cheap
They preach the new science
Clone the program sheep
But they won't find us, it's hide and go seek
To control minds like gold
Mines in Mozambique
Where the folks can't eat so I
Stroll to a slow jam beat
Slow dancing life's no grand prix
No race no pace car and there's no shortcuts
And no one's that special
There ain't no short bus
The core of us are simple, but dignified
We don't simply live to die
Look through the inner eye in the sky

Now I'm a cynic but I try
To keep my heart warm
Human beings start war
But I believe in peace even for Darfur
From hardcore to humor to here
Where we stare in confusion at
A future so near got to take the spec out of
Your eye to see clear
And if I'm gonna point fingers better
Point them at the mirror
Reflections I reflect on lessons
Of my 26th year erecting this next song here
See y'all know the drill like Exxon
I guess wrong moves is experience
Like stairs to step on (yeah)
And I don't talk biz and I don't talk down
No kids talk, but I don't talk big
Getting gassed like pop fizz off of pop hit's
I ain't got to say real talk
Because all my talk is
Pop quiz: Who can define love?
So many blind plus they can't
Feel they'll never find us

My folks love me I feel
Lucky they all love me
But feel funny inside of
World that's real ugly god save us this hard
Labour is breaking backs
In the sands of time every
Step we making tracks
The hour glass is lasting faster
Than the hour last
Or so it seems more dreams
They will come to pass
And nightmares they flare up
Like the flames erupt
The same dream I used to live
Now I gave it up and I've been saving up but
Money doesn't come quick
Comes and goes like the daylight one shift
And one sip of the well
Water it makes us live
Forever we still here whether we take or give
And it's survival of the fittest
By the thinnest thread
When father time moves the minutes
What is in his head
Not even in control of what we must become
But not far so I guess we are the lucky ones