Jenny feat. Daichi Diez & Shaira

歌詞

Sometimes we forget, cause we get caught up in life And don't see the things that we should see And appreciate the things that we should appreciate This song is for the people And the beautiful things in this world that we take granted of It's called "Jenny" Listen up (yeah) I heard of the beat and thought of something beautiful Forced to be a robot but seeking for the spiritual Living this life and end up at the funeral But meanwhile "be something" but nothing seems suitable Life is hard but you know what to look for Love or the friendship and maybe that's to die for Only one path and ain't no really side door Writing for this light and this is really my war So listen when the birds are singing Birth that's given Seasons that change 'cause earth is living (yeah) We take granted of this simplest beauty For the new seeds I rap this intellect music Another dawn after sun's down Waking with a gun sound No one's having fun now Kids crying "mom!" loud Brightest stars in a darkest night When I'm losing it I target the mic (come on) Green trees, white waves, yellow sunlight Clear water, brown dirt to red blood from gun fights Blue tears, gray clouds, just another black night Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic Green trees, white waves, bright yellow sunlight Clear water, brown dirt to red blood from gun fights Blue tears, gray clouds, just another black night Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic After all we know And after all we show Don't forget what's in front of you And keep on shining through After all we know And after all we show Remember what makes you It's like the smell of the rain that keeps me sane Like Bob Marley and Miss Hill that ease my pain I picture the things that don't need to change Most beautiful things in this world is simple and plain Like water to quench thirst Like the nature that made music first It's like me taking a pen and writing a verse If the mind don't give up and nothing is a curse Beautiful things with beautiful names Key to this life is to view the small things And find something you can love for you to maintain Remember needs and the wants are two different things Imagine if we never cried Imagine people never lied Imagine every single person in the world have a mind Imagine this Imagine all the people in the world reaching for the sky Green trees, white waves, yellow sunlight Clear water, brown dirt to red blood from gun fights Blue tears, gray clouds, just another black night Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic Green trees, white waves, bright yellow sunlight Clear water, brown dirt to red blood from gun fights Blue tears, gray clouds, just another black night Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic After all we know And after all we show Don't forget what's in front of you And keep on shining through After all we know And after all we show Remember what makes you As I inhale the smoke of the soul flower Nothing to trip and no beef and no drama It seems stupid 'cause life is your movement So take a little break puff maybe you'll feel new man Everybody got its own ways of peace Families or friends, maybe rapping to the beats Maybe reading your book or journey to the sea This verse is to thank things what you really need I like to dedicate this song for the people DJs, and MCs, and writers, and B-Boys And not just them, I'm saying good and the evils All different paths with the visions of their heroes And don't be scared with the choices you make Might regret, but if you true at least you weren't fake As I pray, with the pencil paper I say This life with mic is my beautiful way (bring it back) Green trees, white waves, yellow sunlight Clear water, brown dirt to red blood from gun fights Blue tears, gray clouds, just another black night Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic Green trees, white waves, bright yellow sunlight Clear water, brown dirt to red blood from gun fights Blue tears, gray clouds, just another black night Tell my people stay gold with this silver hand mic Thanks to Soul Kitchen Studio And the Goons Trax And Robert de Boron I like to give it up, for my man "T-bone Steak" that's doin' sometime right now I love you man I love all you guys So keep your head up high man And keep it real Peace