Groovin' in the Rain

from Poetic License by Forrest

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lyrics

Yo I'm groovin in the rain and it's soothin on the brain watchin waters movement foggin up the pane window for the windshield indo for the change kick it with my kinfolk til the end of days yeah that's how it goes when we talkin overcast flows pack a slug for the caution see the Atmos glow with the atlas globe that I throw off my back while we walkin he the shadow in the steps n the stars n given honey back to the peeps that be starvin free steady b be the words that I speak to release all the people from deceit that we harvest...

We let it drop til there's truth in the crops, circles in the pits, crowds fulla props, bass up in the kicks n a bounce in the box, for the days that we missed and the friends that we lost x2

Organic energy everything it's meant to be negative and positive the power in their synergy sin in me you kiddin me they killin in these churches drillin in the willin as if disciplines their purpose damn and that's the way we was raised drew a bridge to the fact that I'm diggin up a grave we knew Yahweh before the hate that they gave, rhetoric like death n they tellin us it saves, no! not goin out like that, friends that I've had, I still contact, spirit lives on soul intact, their intention was to live but they body fought back, but I'll be God damned if I'm ever gonna go down, to a place called hell buried deep in the ground, cause we livin in it now, we livin in the crowd, and if you don't make it yours than ya fallin for the doubt...

We let it drop til there's truth in the crops, circles in the pits, crowds fulla props, bass up in the kicks n a bounce in the box, for the days that we missed and the friends that we lost x2