Cee-Lo - Die Trying

rate me


See there's no way and there's no how

That I could stop now*, Imma die tryin', I'mma die trying

And sometimes I get weak from walking the road I'm on

But I'mma keep on. I'mma die tryin', I'mma die tryin' (mmm..)

Before we came being southern wasn't something to claim

If there wasn't something to fly it was something to blame

Smilin and juckin and jivin I was so ashamed

Niggas is dirty, apparently an appropriate name

I wrote about a revolution and sung from the soul

Spoke with my spirit and mind my ambition was blind

Answering the call of god like a child obeying

Preaching the very same power they killed martin for saying

But you can't break the moldin' by holding your breath

Thought if I died for ya, that would be an honourable death

So sincere my eyes begin to swell up and tear

And it's clear my music may not do well up in here

Oh my god being a nigger must be a good payin job

With all the fringe benefits, ignorance is bliss

There is a time and a place for everybody's taste

But I know too much and I owe too much

That's why


So here it is, an invitation to an open book

A painful past my heart is still broken look

I know you don't hate me just not assured that anyone appreciate me

See i've been having a hard time selling my album's lately

In recent news the source couldnt find any microphones to rate me

Using words like extreme and alternative to equate me

Which is true I'm in a box with a view would you still wanna date me?

I could be a pretty good thug but it wouldnt compare to a great me

The final cross to bear is mine it's not a cross to share

But isn't it ironic I still woulda bought a cross to wear

That obviously cost to wear but considerably less than the price that it costs to care

Now I have another loss to spare how dare them say that I can't win

Even though I know talking intelligent just ain't in

You most likely to go broke when you just can't bend

So me and JJ both gon' have to pay bills



People still standin in line at the World Party for some Soul Food

To get put back in that old mood

They say we like the new 'Lo

and we respect everything that you trying to do 'Lo

Do what you do but just do more that you know

It's a catch 22 and I couldn't cry

Now I'm under oath with them both and I couldn't lie

Customs says that I'm too dope and I coudln't fly

But you getting rich talkin shit so why shouldn't I

I'm just playing but I guess that couldn't go without saying

I'm just gon ride this evolution until they stop me where I'm stayin

But I ain't gotta lie to ya to make it sound fly to ya

I keep my feet on the ground and bring the sky to ya


Thanks to Rick for these lyrics

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