Anything But Words - Banks & Steelz

I believe that someone

Can be brave on this green Earth

But maybe I’m wrong.

Mhm.

Maybe I’m wrong

Game on

Turns dreams to reality

The king of principality shines upon me

The Holy Spirit shadows me

I write songs for fun, not for salary

Used to collect guns, now the truth is my calvary

But I got a closet full just in case

The project pulls some wicked bullshit

My logistic is logical, turn you back to molecules

Miniscule follicles, then convert your brain to subatomic particles

I breathe you in, and sneeze you out

You, you live in the crease of doubt

That’s why I swarm on your college dorm

Make knowledge born from the hood to the cottage farm

London to Russia, Eurasia to Prussia

The Holy Cities of the East, the us

Christ means, become along the usher

The righteous way of life, it be most wise

For the civilized man to trust us

On Bora Bora we discuss the Torah

Then we travel across these lands like old explorers

I believe that someone

Can be brave on this green Earth

But maybe I’m wrong.

Aim for the sun

Out in the freezing rain

Stay on the streets all day

Until my cover is over

We always

My patience is waning, the scales have capsized

I read full of glory

And there’s pyres of files of light

Fleeting mazes to the night sky

Sitting on the porch, torching a stoagie in the moonlight

Rocking back and forth in my chair contemplating life

Thinking where I went wrong, where I went right

Was it a fast, or a long life?

From my calculation everyday sensational

Every sense was stimulated, pain’s occasional

All praises due to the Father

The author, the supreme architect

The one with no partner

We give man the wisdom to be a gardener, carpenter

Preach the warrior, king, or you could be a scholar

Husband, wife, child, mother, brother, sister, or father

All these things the heart consist of

Keep the planet floating like Atlantic oceans

reject all Satanic notions

We so elusive

I believe that someone

Can be brave on this green Earth

But maybe I’m wrong.

Aim for the sun

Out in the freezing rain

I could stay on the streets all day

Until my cover is over

Now I see there’s some way

To be free as a seabird

And maybe I’m gone

Straight for the sun

Out in the freezing rain

Stay on the streets all day

Cause my