And maybe everything ain’t all that it seem
But it seem so impossible feel more like a dream
And it is what it is till it ain’t.
Dream so high and so far till got wings on your arms
Fly up high touch the sky till you faint.
Can you tell me what you see on the backs of your eyes
When you close them together and hold 'em shut tight
Do you see colors and shapes that you don’t recognize
Even though it feel like they were with you last night
And what does the voice tell you in the back of your mind
Do you feel it from behind
Do you hear it speak in time and rhythm
Like the answers were given
At the back of the book that you had all along,
But never dared to look because that shit was too long
And too hard.
So if these gifts were given,
Not by merit but grace alone,
Why do we still cling so tightly,
And try to pretend their our own
When I think we all know that it ain’t.
That there’s gonna come a time when our is time is gonna come
When God dials our phone and He calls us up
Like we standing on deck waiting for next batter up
So aren’t we better off, leaving it all on the field
And when my time is up, have I done enough?
Given back enough? Driven fast enough?
Will I look at what I’ve had and think I’ve had enough?
Or will I look for what I’ve had to find it was nothing at all?
Man that’s the shit I fear like the fall.
That when it comes down too it
It all turns to dust with the snap of a finger
And all you see is gray even when the color still lingers
Like the scene in that movie when it all fades away
And the credits start to play
And your just left there wondering if there was another way
And why it always seems like reality is so often…
Disappointing.
But you know what they say, it is what it is till it isn’t
And I ain’t bout to be waiting here trying to find what I’m missing
Cause I been given to many gifts to miss the life that I’m living
Feel the present, I’m insistin
I talk too much, gotta listen.
And stop tryna worry if they ask
"What was all of it for?"
Yeah, well, I guess it really ain’t 2009 no more.