Path P - Light's On Lyrics

By the time I'm gone
By God I hope bygones can be bygones
And my life's representative
Of what it means to die strong
By and long, I write songs
Prayin' sons don't try guns
Stampeding through badlands
Fulfillin' prophecies
That the good always die young
I lived through shit I rarely give my self moments to feel
So I love through shit cuz
It ignites moments to heal
Like revelations of animosity towards my father
Feelin' he didn't bother, feelin' I was a problem
Cuz I had only seen him twice
3 times if you count pictures
Never a physical fixture
It fucked me up cuz I never knew his birthday or how to properly spell his name
Every time I filled important documents
Puts knots in my esophagus
Sharp pains in my brain
Contemplating leaving the space blank
Since he did the same
My heart never let me
My heart always gets me
Learned my mother kept him a way
And I never really knew why
But it doesn't matter, if you love 'em
You fight for your child
Thank the Gods the streets ain't have me runnin' wild, cuz
Anyway
Black man you walk around with a chip
Feelin far from a champion
Blue as ever from systematic blows
To endeavors
You puttin' forth to get ya hustle on
Not knowin' ya hustle wrong
In the eyes of the people
But as long as the village don't crumble
I guess there's still time to see you glow before you have it burn
Many lessons to learn
And I pray your stripes earned righteously before hearing "court is adjourned"
May justice one day
Forever be in your favor
Our favor
Cuz we all imprisoned
Our Father, who art in heaven
Or in our minds and y'know
We just ain't unlock that level of the brain yet
Until then we running this race
Ain't succumb to the pain yet
But visions a little blurry
from the build up of the rain and the sweat
We'll work it out
Until then
Keep the lights on

By the time I'm gone
By God I hope bygones can be bygones
And my life's representative
Of what it means to die strong
By and long, I write songs
Prayin' sons don't try guns
Stampeding through badlands
Fulfillin' prophecies
That the good always die young
I lived through shit I rarely give my self moments to feel
So I love through shit cuz
It ignites moments to heal
Like revelations of animosity towards my father
Feelin' he didn't bother, feelin' I was a problem
Cuz I had only seen him twice
3 times if you count pictures
Never a physical fixture
It fucked me up cuz I never knew his birthday or how to properly spell his name
Every time I filled important documents
Puts knots in my esophagus
Sharp pains in my brain
Contemplating leaving the space blank
Since he did the same
My heart never let me
My heart always gets me
Learned my mother kept him a way
And I never really knew why
But it doesn't matter, if you love 'em
You fight for your child
Thank the Gods the streets ain't have me runnin' wild, cuz
Anyway
Black man you walk around with a chip
Feelin far from a champion
Blue as ever from systematic blows
To endeavors
You puttin' forth to get ya hustle on
Not knowin' ya hustle wrong
In the eyes of the people
But as long as the village don't crumble
I guess there's still time to see you glow before you have it burn
Many lessons to learn
And I pray your stripes earned righteously before hearing "court is adjourned"
May justice one day
Forever be in your favor
Our favor
Cuz we all imprisoned
Our Father, who art in heaven
Or in our minds and y'know
We just ain't unlock that level of the brain yet
Until then we running this race
Ain't succumb to the pain yet
But visions a little blurry
from the build up of the rain and the sweat
We'll work it out
Until then
Keep the lights on