From the midwest to the west coast and dream The outcast that came out so fresh and so clean And I must confess I don't know everything But I know what I know, you know what I mean It's like the stars aligned, every thousand bars, a rhyme But the right words is hard to find So I finish lines 'till the finish line's in sight Just imagine if I actually had the time to write Maybe then I'd finally get to where I figured I'd be Not religious, but I sense something bigger than me Only problem is it's hard to understand it like broken English So I paint my own canvas with this spoken genius Something told me my destiny manifests The best of me stands the test of time So I took a leap of faith, something like a steeple chasing Climbed back in the saddle, trying to keep the pace They say it's...
(Chorus) Definitely a miracle... They say an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth If it changed then it's Definitely a miracle... I say it is what it is If nothing, it go, go, go Definitely a miracle... What you see if what you get, I am what I am And I feel like it's Definitely a miracle... What's it gonna take? You and me...
I know it sounds crazy Crazy to think it could change, but just maybe Maybe you'll blink and the strange, right before your own eyes Like water to wine, the ignorant grown wise, the rise and fall If I could break bread with five thousand heads Take every man's shoes, walk a mile and tread It's like sight for the blind, a voice for the dumb A symphony for the deaf, embrace for the numb Feel it, what if rappers stopped acting hard When in fact they're scarred, would it really take an act of God Is he even listening? What if y'all stopped believing? Christian, Muslim, Jew What if people start casting votes? Stop casting stones Dead beef, get to acting grown And their kids stopped killing for a fistful of Lincolns? Probably just wishful thinking But I feel like it's...
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I don't know where to start, I guess it's like my closing remarks Sort of like the way a firefly glows in the dark Sort of like Elizabeth Jennings before Rosa Parks Like, humble beginnings before the flow sparks Now the fires lit, it's so hard to explain why I spit It's like who gon' fix things if I quit? Tell me that, who gon' cross the line Provoke thoughts in the minds I touched And I ain't much for freestyle, I'd much rather freehand Or free minds, see the free world in my free time Man, ain't nothing free, getting at heads like parting the Red Sea If we're ever debt free then it's...