DESCRIPTION:
From Scribes's album "Sleepwalk" (2007). Click here to download this song off iTunes http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/sleepwalk/id310155607

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Lyrics...

Verse 1 (Scribes):

A child of cold game the soul deep is feeble to fame
check the vocal pain of people speakin in street slang
half the people of the pack tryna crack a safe
up on track i'm tryna look back and catch a faith
yo one pain cuz it seems like a life long theme
a future dark so I fiend for my childhood dreams
yo the past kid is soot black and shook up at that
born trapped so don't be lookin back with crooked facts
yea walk the life shit thats paved right, the phrases they write
lay up the lack of daylight up on our gravesite
born to be proud melted in a salad of styles
I'm stuck up in nostalgia cuz shit reality's foul
kept in check since a young child but since directed
yo as a young wretch I put their messages stretched up in perspective
ask mom yo why I dream a tech up on my temple
now check the mental cuz the problem was all parental
yea born to be lone as a tongue sprained child
I'm needin that PY-T the pretty young thangs smile
but I've been fucked off tripped up and caught in that switch
thats why I talk of jockin bitches on misogynous shit

Chorus:

I'm reachin' for that heaven tryna get to my goal
but I don't think I'll see that higher livin at all
I'm putin all I got into the way that I flow
I'm lookin for a place that I can call my own

I'm reachin' for that heaven tryna get to my goal
but I don't think I'll see that higher livin at all
I'm putin all I got into the way that I flow
I'm lookin for a place that I can call my own

Verse 2 (SOL):

I keep on reachin for the stars
not the people that we see on MTV but between me and the Gods
I hit the books because I want, need to read to feed my thoughts
I be fiendin for energy so I'm eatin these bars
But beneath my white tee u see ribs cuz I'm starved
I got money for food but not food for thought
At my high school we have to choose books approved by the college board
So no surprise they got recruiters through my door
fuck em all, grab my nuts and bust a quick song
if I'm lucky ur kids'll trust me and try this at home
I verbalize what I've heard and seen through the eyes of the young
and try not to disguise the truth and lies that I've sung
they want me 6 feet deep under the earth so I can't breath
but my fist is breakin through the dirt
work so my people can be free I feel u beat them in the streets
see ur evil when u look at me so it's peace that I reach (reach)

Chorus

Verse 3 (Macklemore):