F.I.L.O.
Nujabes

Lord if they only knew them nights it tooknBurnt candles by the dozen to ignite the soul firenSheer energy to release to melt the heartnMind starved voice craved onto wax (and still get taxed)nRelax, unrest unless undressed to the corenEver so slowly, wash away old skin like springs of sulfurnSo far, so good what's life got to offer?nYouth stare curiously analyze the factsnWho's there to encourage give a pat on their backnHow come society wanna grow and ignorenSmall dreams, big team now every work is a chorenI adore each step, hop skip a cadencenTravel distant in the age of decadencenDo this in reverence to the older veteransnStripes on their chest plus a chip on their shouldernStreet soldiers cut without severance,nBut keep hustling anyways for the L or the F of itnEffervescent light guide the way,nFear no evil, once lost now foundnLike the last man down in the towering inferno of BabylonnFirst In Last OutnnThirstin' first drop just wet my appetitenBut couldn't satisfy my craving for beatsnWrapped tight like a Christmas giftn'Tis night is an eve for a generation to upliftnLive life like a testimonynSimple rhymes in difficult times help a friendnThrough a lonely tunnel at the end, Every maze is a funnel into a wine bottlenAnd corked inside a message so mind boggling, a puzzlenAmazed at the grace having reached a goalnKnock twice on the gate heaven preach a soulnTrue knowledge of self shine brighter than allnFor one part getting polished you better the wholenThe sum of the characters carry over your rolen24-karat gold, each day is a jewelnCase closed when the end credits rollnSelf-representative and elected, yes InGive and get give back to the constituentsnSit you in a chair and break down the affairsnThere's nuthin fashionablenAbout arriving late in the game and acting OGnCuz you can't pay dues with credit or cashnQuicktime soft players streaming all the FlashnSo I'm sticking copper pins into media outletsnThen I hop up in the black van and then I'm outnLet's get wit the program, drop the Dow Jonesing downnWe keep underground dowsingnMicrophones iron casting, everlasting soundnBlasting, no doubt first in last outnnF.I.L.O, I'd rather do nuthin elsenIf I follow my heart to the last pulsenLike the last man down in the towering inferno of BabylonnFirst In Last Out


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