Need A Sign (Ft Mike Parker)
• Written by Saint_James • Featuring
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Hook Saint James
1st Verse Mike Parker
2nd Verse Saint James
Cover Art Jay Are
Mixed An Master Mike Parker
Prod Mubz Beats
//Hook x2 Saint James
Walking Around I'm looking for some signs/
Feeling like I'm running out of time/
Getting Tired of looking through my eyes/
Seeing Through the lies, but I still can't spot the signs/
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//1st Verse - Mike Parker
Got an eye for the prize like a golden globe
Bout to tie the game down like I'm holdin' rope
Bout to blow like smoke when they chose the pope
But I'm losing track of time like the Rolex broke
That's when I hit the road In search of answers I need to know
If you already gave way looking for a sign
And pulled all the stops then what's left to find
So I started searching in between the lines
After so much pain I had to call time, So I took a knee like a quarter back
And prayed to the lord take the order back, This ain't what I asked for I'm sure to crack
If you want a leap of faith I need a shorter gap
To jump the lashings of the torture strap, If I shed more tears I'll be forced to snap
So i started to question my purpose, Was it worthless .. . . Or to murk this
And leave red trails like rover rolling over Mars on the surface
That's when I dug myself into the game, Knowing for well I won't emerge the same
When you have to treat people like a ladder rung
Cause you can't get higher til you step on one
And when you make it to be better than some
Out come the yes man and stick up their damn thumb
But those bitches can run they just hitching a ride
Trying to reach their goal quicker by switching the side
But to search for a sign where to begin Are they hidden with him or hidden within
Are they inside the bottle I'm sippin with gin, I can't say for sure but I'll never give in
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//2nd verse - Saint James
Can't see the signs I'm walking round like I'm blind/
Got a lot that’s on my mind, so I'm sniffing another line/
Trying find a job but nobody is ever hiring/
Gotta duck the Five, I'm tired of hearing sirens/
My license expired, no designated driver/
Plus I'm getting tired fighting for survival/
Bout to pack my bags an go west just like I’m Fievel/
Crazy my name is Saint but don't believe in the bible/
Disciples are fiction, an Christ was invented/
By some Roman pagans, an based they religion/
On the solar system, Noah never existed/
But I ain't here to crucify any Christians/
They way that they living is still better then most/
Destroying our morals turning bread into toast/
But if there is a heaven, then Imma pray that I go/
Trying get shit up in a line just like some x's an o's/
Born with a devilish soul, but got the heart of an angel/
Used to being behind bar’s why my songs is so fatal/
Riding to the grave with my team, they been there since the cradle/
I would kill for my brothers unlike Cain did to Abel/
But I'm shaking the label, of lyrical spitters/
Say we can't make a real song but shit I just did it,/
Invoking feelings, at the same time push my pen to the limits/
But I'm out here fucking sinning, I'm in need of repentance/
Pick up a pen and I start venting get this shit up off my chest/
My odds is getting low and man this shit got me stressed/
My luck I rock a vest, then I get shit right in the head/
Ain't really scared nothing, but what happens when your dead/
They must be half deaf, or my voice is like a mimes/
Screaming out my lungs but you never hear me cry/
Sometimes I looks in the sky an I start yelling why/
Why my homies gotta die and there weren't even any signs/
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