Saint Boyd - Legend of the Saints Lyrics

This some different rhythms you can feel it deeper in your soul,
Mommy is from Switzerland we skiing when we hit the slopes,
Every time the culture wanna ask me if I'm credible,
Coming from appearance you might never ever truly know,
Times ticking and they missing every single show,
Old friends how I used to think that we was close,
Passion and pain swerve to a different road,
Past everything laugh when I'm all alone,
Looking in the mirror tryna make myself a better man,
Not afraid of fear no I ain't scared of nothing even death,
Family the cure to all the cancer that we dealing with,
Never be the one to go astray I shed a tear for that,
Been pimping ever since I was in 5th grade,
House flipping but I'm acting like the DJ,
Thanksgiving and I'm with my brother TJ,
And he's speaking on the music with a new phrase,
Remember when I go just to leave the lights on,
I don't wanna cry to another love song,
All up on my sleeve where I'm wearing my heart is cold,
Legend of the Saints I'm the mirror you call,
Now we giving thanks to the blessings from God,
Had to send an angel to make it all possible,
This a different rhythm you can hear me clear through the art,
Granny is from New Orleans the southern sweetness in her heart,
Talk about the history of you and me and where we are,
Understand the poverty and learn to be a brighter star,
Many times I wonder if the story has a copyright,
Underneath the glory and the smile yeah I had to fight,
Stuck between the passion and the choice to only do it right,
Kobe is my fashion I'm a mamba silent when I strike,
They playing back day in the zone,
Portage league elite It's like the finals whooping in the dome,
I might go for 30 but I'd rather hit the movie store,
Just for inspiration indications that I want some more,
Bigger dreams I'm chasing with endurance treat this like a sport,
I'm like papi sipping Chardonnay and popping all the corks,
We be celebrating everyday and holidays of course,
Granny whipping up the collard greens that's money from the source,
Remember when I go just to leave the lights on,
I don't wanna cry to another love song,
All up on my sleeve where I'm wearing my heart is cold,
Legend of the Saints I'm the mirror you call,
Now we giving thanks to the blessings from God,
Had to send an angel to make it all possible,