Composer : McKinley Dixon/Sam E. Yamaha
Summer is hot
Babies in beaters, sweat beadin' under my t-shirt
Sun hit it right
Gleam on this chain, view from it all it might be worth
Me and my **** sittin' and listenin', figurin' what all the trees heard
We not the only ones, so when it come to it, shit, pray both of your knees work
I ain't here for none of you
I'm here to pay Grandmama back for her time
Ain't mad you cryin', I'm mad it's somethin' I made you feel like you had to hide
That's on me
Really not better than anyone, have to put that thought aside
'Cause how can I scold you in loose fittin' clothes, belongin' to father once upon a time?
Saw the world from the back of a bike
Sun crownin' his head, I watch from behind
It's so easy to write about death when none of y'all **** is really alive
Live, live, live, live, live, live from the kitchen table
That we moved to the backyard 'cause the house got packed out
Touchin' my chest, touchin' my chin
Hands on my cheeks is a bliss
Be as strong as the concrete
But as fragile as when it and ya knees kiss
I've been splittin' through seasons, hopin' all parts gon' eventually collide
Youngin come runnin', light tight in his hands, we gather and ask, "Is magic alive?"
