Reaching out Reaching out My hands [?] to get by Reaching out of touch Reaching out to feel the concrete with bare feet again Scribble with a dying pen words become elusive but we keep reaching Like we used to wait so eagerly for each weekend Now were working seven days theres barely enough night to just get a nap Used to be out late getting rent in the back alley, chased by thugs No dilly dally Stayed up allnighters on the rooftop watch the sunrise for a finale now Now sleep is coveted I feel like Im out of touch with kids So I chill hard with beats my peeps are loving it But its still not the same Were visiting La Rosita breakfast just to get next to that old Effervescence Where we used to frolic restless under the crescent Looking over hardly ever could you catch him sober Thats word to my dads old Chevy Nova And I couldnt graduate in time for him and my gramps to check it Feeling out of touch I send this one out Open at the reverberation Send some sort of pulse into the void Open like that little boy squinting from the sun I wonder if the sprinkler still at Bronx park east That was the bomb Reaching out of touch From breast fed to death bed Trying to send the stress away Be skilled thats my refill But cant reach yesterday Im pressing play on the mp, loops in effect Just as long as gangster hits record we can reflect correct Otherwise your brothers lies managed to damage memory It all comes back and flip round [?] version tenderly I tend to be [?] red tape [?] shooting the shit and moms going to bed late Meditate on that drunk track and melody refraction A list of remedies [?] Wont step in a church pew right now But maybe one day stumped resurrection [?] Sunday brunch Some say [?] never make it Theyre breaking atoms to do so Who knows maybe ill get luck and find a loophole Few told stories to uphold this old tradition So I reach out to be more than tradition Im on a mission to paint my children a lovely backdrop And speak of my grandfather of whom I can only remember a snapshot And thats almost sad but Im glad I wrote this jot I wish my aunt lived on Nassau that was the dopest spot Reaching out of touch My hands [?] Reaching out of touch
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