Old Man lyrics

[Interlude]


[Atlas]
He said, “Hot metal cups turn to rusty tin cans
And life is what happens while you busy makin plans
And desperate youth are starvin for a million dollar mixtape
Mouths full of dust, hands diggin through a milk crate
Bullet hole soul plates rise up the pop charts
They sing about it all from broken hearts to pus*y farts
New fish to fry on the corner every evenin
Steady paper chasin, ain’t no time for grievin.”
Sick fit, needle kit, I passed the man another beer
He wiped away a tear as the piano died slowly
Washed down the aftertaste of fifty years on planet earth
Tryin to live up to the dream of bein holy
“Lord why can’t I be buried underneath a tree
With no more trouble for my worried mind?
Every single day I get the blues, and even when it’s beautiful
Still I think that I could leave it all behind.”
I said, “Eyes on the prize. Heads up, brother. Walk straight
Keep ‘em in your cross hares. Never ever hesitate
Fools try and rise against the God and I enlighten them
Bring me dark days and gloomy thoughts and I will brighten them
Waste not, want not sonny. Save your energy
I & I is rockin with that uncut synergy
Float above the clouds on my ever-bloomin flower
Phoenix risin, yeah I got that bird-of-fire power
Knife fight, white light, two emcees clashin
Sharp tongues spittin gritty rhymes with a passion
Art is all that matters so I do it till my last breath
Look at how I cook a verse, seasoned like a master chef
Serve it to the people who have ears to hear
Tell ‘em compliments of a heart that’s sincere
Here to be the catalyst for a brand new dream
I’m John Coltrane. Believe I got a love supreme