Gray Skies (feat. Phase One & Propaganda)

The skies won't be lonely no never They've got the birds and the bees And the trees and the breezes to keep them company The skies won't be lonely no never They've got the birds and the bees And the trees and the breezes to keep them company I let my influences spread like influenzas Before we all see the red as Lou Piniella Within a world of chaos I live within agendas Spirit guides frequently through most consensus My frequencies can't be seen, but reach your antennas Regarding timing of time feels as we suspended We have the birds and the bees and the trees But when the leaves leave, breathe Be and become The trees us Bears fruit with the seeds The seed is us Infinite figure 8 It keeps going Going back to that seed That's one to grow on The skies won't be lonely no never They've got the birds and the bees And the trees and the breezes to keep them company The skies won't be lonely no never They've got the birds and the bees And the trees and the breezes to keep them company Black boy synergy centering our heath Cypher up to tighten up mentoring ourself Investing in our women and children is our wealth Stop lying to self like all we need is self Embracing our weaknesses and learning to speak of feelings Instead of policing each other like tears are for mothers Less delusions and unhealthy perceptions of our manhood Like some of these hard times don't get to us Really tuff to keep up appearances of strength When our collective experiences don't get you bent When energy is spent You could let the sky remind you that joy will always come find you Listen The skies won't be lonely no never They've got the birds and the bees And the trees and the breezes to keep them company The skies won't be lonely no never They've got the birds and the bees And the trees and the breezes to keep them company Gray skies still breathe Tears fall into the sea Good and bad, we all feel the rain Question is, "will you choose to feel pain?" The pain of your fellow man Like walking in constructs over quicksand It don't seem like it makes sense It ain't the season? Homie say less I've been trained to be ready always And holidays get 24 like ALL days We may have different Gods, we all pray We all pray The skies won't be lonely no never They've got the birds and the bees And the trees and the breezes to keep them company The skies won't be lonely no never They've got the birds and the bees And the trees and the breezes to keep them company The skies won't be lonely no never They've got the birds and the bees And the trees and the breezes to keep them company The skies won't be lonely no never They've got the birds and the bees And the trees and the breezes to keep them company