Fellowman, A.D. Carson, RielXRiel and Harli Saxon - Waterfalls (For Left Eye)

[Verse 1: A.D. Carson]
I be staring at mirrors & seeing strangers,
looking at the world & seeing nothing more than danger,
stubborn, full of anger, I be twisted like a hanger,
tryna take my thoughts & rearrange them on some paper.
I be brainstorming, mind leaking, rain pouring,
illustrating when my day's boring,
I be more into my usual, music'll be flowing through my cuticles
& that's a feeling that's congruent to few I ever knew,
& I just let it through--it's a source of revenue
but if I let it do the opposite then what I'm led into
is like I'm letting too much do to me what mirrors do to light,
so when I do it, I'mma do it right,
& as I write these words it's like I heard it said before it came out of my pen,
when I heard this song before it kinda went
like ""honor what you see when you be looking, it be looking back impressed like
it manifested through your right & left eye.""

[Verse 2: RIELXRIEL]
Probably I done think less & just write more,
shit, energy never dies, it only transforms.
So what's fate then? Shit, what's death to me?
It's chasing waterfalls & embracing in its destiny.
It's like we lost sight of self, blinded by depressing things,
like the world's complexities projecting out on every screen,
we need tender L'in C, since Lisa Lopes left us with the legacy.
Who else made it hip to protect yourself sexually? & made a wave we ain't seen since,
but your style seemed to cycle back around as of recent,
& things tense since you taught us how executives be creeping on the sneak tip.
Sadly the reality ain't everything the dream is
& hits without publishing actually don't mean shit.
We wanted nothing but the truth, & my lord you gave us, whew,
something crazy, sexy, cool.

[Verse 3: Fellowman]
Now picture me, age 9, summertime,
cross-legged on the living room rug,
not knowing O.N.P. from the hole in the knee
on the jeans of every pre-teen punk,
not knowing much about race, except that the black kids
didn't make fun of me, so I was attracted,
after school took the walk to the back lot,
never learned to ball, but I learned how to trash talk.
That MC Hammer tape spoke to my soul,
now this is the way we roll:
with the Fischer Price tape recorder & the boombox next to that,
so I could hear myself rapping on the playback.
Took my finger that was popsicle sticky,
hit the record button, then played the CD,
shook my bowl cut, closed my little eyes,
spit the first rap verse I memorized,
& it went like this:
I seen a rainbow yesterday,
but too many storms have come & gone, leaving a trace of not one god-given ray.
Is it because my life is 10 shades of grey? I pray all 10 fade away,
seldom praise him for the sunny days.
And like his promise is true, only my faith can undo
the many chances I blew to bring my life to anew.
Clear blue & unconditional skies'll dry the tears from my eyes,
no more lonely cries.
My only bleeding hope is for the folk who can't cope
with such an enduring pain that it keeps them in the pouring rain.
Who's to blame for tooting caine into your own vein?
What a shame, you shoot & aim for someone else's brain.
You claim the insane & name this day & time for falling prey to crime,
I guess the system got you victim to your own mind.
Dreams are hopeless aspirations, in hopes of coming true.
Believe in yourself, the rest is up to me & you.

[Chorus: Harli Saxon]
Don't go chasing waterfalls,
please stick to the rivers & the lakes that you're used to.
I know that you're gonna have it your way or nothing at all,
but I think you're moving too fast.

Written by:
Raymon Ameer Murray, Rico Renard Wade, Lisa Nicole Lopes, Marqueze M. Ethridge, Patrick L. Brown

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