Philisopher's Stone

Song Description

Hardships displayed, reality song.

Song Length 4:32 Genre Rap - Progressive
Lead Vocal Male Vocal Mood Depressing
Subject Sadness Language English
Era 2000 and later

Lyrics

Verse 1 Nick Fury
Look, feel it, uh
On my philosopher?s stone, I describe being alone/
Coming home late at night, often stuck in the zone/
I remember getting the news in the latter days of September/
My great grandmother was sick up in the state of Virginia/
It seems like weeks passed and she gradually was getting better/
I was happy because the love I had for her couldn?t be measured/
So I?m saying my prayers one night, and I?m feeling this pressure/
My me ma slipping away from me and I couldn?t catch her/
I woke up out of a dream with tears flush in my eyes/
Devastated of the thought, my precious me ma would die/
Couldn?t lie, man I was hurt, then I felt a sense of urgency/
Instructing me to find and unveil my self worth/
So I shot out to the coast so I could be by her side/
But before we could make it, we found out she already died/
I seen her face at the wake and my body broke down/
Couldn?t comprehend the thought of her not being around/
But before she passed she told me I was making her proud/
Every now and then I look up and see her face in the clouds/
I miss you/

Chorus Vision
On my philosopher?s stone I inscribe lines describe life/
Come inside times, I thought it would be better to die/
But now I see that life is more than a game that we play/
We gain so much from the things that we brave every day/
And every day I?d say it?s a blessing to be here/
So every day I hold every moment to be dear/
So every time my heart beats, I thank the lord above/
And every day that passes, I try to learn from what it was/

Verse 2 Posqualy
I?m feeling down, lower than ever/
Deep in my gut the tremble won?t settle/
Feel like I?m cold in December/
I remember a fellow that was at one time happy/
Now my eyes is like rose petals they red/
My heart is like cold metal, a pistol or a shank/
Watch a good kid go ghetto, one man?s sudden death/
Came much like a bandit, stole a life friend of mine/
Daddy why did you die, it threw the family in turmoil/
Most moved out, me and my brother on forbidden soil/
Out the house, momma can?t take it, it?s breaking her down/
Trying to deal with your death, and two grown thugs now/
We being rebellious, poes trying to jail us/
I don?t wanna say they failed us, but we raising ourselves/
And I?m becoming so strange, most of my life wouldn?t plain/
The more I change, things arrange, thoughts spread like gangrene/
It never stops, it seems as though the troubles is mainstream/



Chorus Vision
On my philosopher?s stone I inscribe lines describe life/
Come inside times, I thought it would be better to die/
But now I see that life is more than a game that we play/
We gain so much from the things that we brave every day/
And every day I?d say it?s a blessing to be here/
So every day I hold every moment to be dear/
So every time my heart beats, I thank the lord above/
And every day that passes, I try to learn from what it was/

Verse 3 Vision
Age 3, my pops left me and mom/
Augusta Georgia, she?s forced to provide for her son/
So she slaves everyday as an LPN/
I?m steady at the daycare, nights, days, weekends/
Age 5, we moved up to Southern Missouri/
My baby brother was then born, he means so much to me/
Now my daddy?s in St. Louis, his daddy?s in Atlanta/
Ain?t neither one of them helping my momma to feed her family/
Fast forward 8 years, I?m now 13/
My mom?s strung on barbiturates and methamphetamines/
Now I gotta change my role from the child to the parent/
Looking after my moms and my brother is killing my spirt/
Then came my angel straight from heaven an angel/
15, I met the girl I would give my name to/
There is so much more to say that I don?t want this to end/
But it?s plenty of time, you?ll be hearing from me again/

Chorus Vision x2
On my philosopher?s stone I inscribe lines describe life/
Come inside times, I thought it would be better to die/
But now I see that life is more than a game that we play/
We gain so much from the things that we brave every day/
And every day I?d say it?s a blessing to be here/
So every day I hold every moment to be dear/
So every time my heart beats, I thank the lord above/
And every day that passes, I try to learn from what it was/

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