It's been a long time coming
I've got blood in my eyes
Look toward the horizon
Only god knows my struggle
Momma y'know I love you
One day your only son's
Not gonna be asking paper or plastic
For no f*ckin' groceries
Or waking up with my pockets broke and
Wonderin' when it was the last time
That I spent a day sober
I wanna make music that make the world move
To the sound of a different drummer
And the sob of silver trumpets
Long as that shit is bumpin'
Let the bass boom
If music be the food of love
Then play on
So much beauty to behold
At times I'm overwhelmed
I feel like a blind man
That's tryin' to describe dawn.
The wisest man plays the fool
Young man hold your head and keep your cool
Cuz' the wisest man plays the fool
Young man hold your head and keep your cool
Eh yo, twice upon a time
I closed my eyes
Stared into space
Wishing that I could write
As deep as the lines on my face
Brotha tell me what's going on
Sky is falling like Rome
And everybody's obsessed with the dollar
Beg your pardon cuz I'm caught up in dat shit too
But I be damned if I ever sell my soul
Just to get loot
Money make the world go round
True but funny how the things that you own
Eventually end up owning you
And I'm not trying to pass judgment on none of you
Cuz we all gotta do what we gotta do
I'm just saying keep your head up homie
Cuz the beauty's in the struggle
And together we gon' make it through
And we are the music makers and the dreamers of dreams
We are the music makers and the dreamers of dreams
We are the music makers and the dreamers of dreams
We are the music makers and the dreamers of dreams
The wisest man plays the fool
Young man hold your head and keep your cool
Cuz' the wisest man plays the fool
Young man hold your head and keep your cool