Brother Ali

Brother Ali - Not A Day Goes By lyrics

rate me

Alright, 6A.M. Let's see what's up?

Uh, not a, not a, not a damn day goes by

Somebody hands ain't wavin' high inside a grey sky

They chant my name fly... A-L-I, I'm they guy

They put me on their back and carry when I can't fly

They put me in their skin tattooed it with a pin

Lifted me in the wind, to where I never would have been

I held a window open to my soul and snuck 'em in

They love me like a trusted friend till I come again

I'm in the city putting fan before fame

With a cannon ball and chains spitting aerosol flames,

Dawwg! Such a paradox strange I prepare to cause change but

Can I say that I'm all sane

No!

They told me that the top kinda lonely

So I stopped climbin for it

Thought yall might want to hold me

Heey! turns out I already got a category

With a slot all to my lonely God

It's my God that bought this for me babe

When the motha fuckin beat come back again

I can breath real deep, get a second wind

Don't hate what a veteran already did

better just try to peep what the message is

And the message is you will never get

moving us to the sweat of tears you invested in

Next you it and nest you bitch the more blessed you get

And the best deception is that success is effortless

Trust me though it never is

Let me give that more emphasis

Get up off yer ass go do some work

Ain't no reward without moving first

You do not really try to prove your worth

Quit sucking life out the Universe!

Mother fuckers want something for free

It's never gonna be, not from me

These here nigga's my property

And it's all Ali, Monopoly!

And obviously, I believe in charity and modesty

But everything my half blind eyes can see be the tree belongs to me.

I dont even rap like

Sorry ya'll heard me snap like that

maybe just, maybe take a deep breath

and get myself right back on track.

I love you guys, I just want yall to see the truth about it

If you don't love yourself, ain't nothing I can do about it

This game poluted, crowded, human garbage oozing out it

Buncha dudes in a stupid outfit

Tryna crowd a group of movement, STOP IT

Old school dudes who aint popping

Hate to see your venue get crowded

Aint my fault that you ain't inspired..

now yall wanna see who can boo the loudest

But then there's so much amazingness that I can't resist it

it's not that aint nobody making it, but they aint listening

At age six I grabbed a brush and started paintin pictures

Grabbed a Mic and looked at God and said OK, hit it!

Thanks to SoCoOoToTo for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to AliFan for correcting these lyrics

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Anonymous
Thursday 10th of May 2012 07:08
I would like to slap you, over, and over, and over, and over, and over.
Anonymous
Thursday 10th of May 2012 05:14
You have terrible ears sir.