3 A.M.
Higher Minds
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It was 11:25, San Diego summer night I was loving life, music on my mind, and the drum was like Something like that, wandering the streets, underneath the buzzing lights Another tight song made that day In the lab, tracks laid from a blazing page Higher Minds on the rise to invade your stage Feeling high as I stride with a faded sway The age old phrase, hello darkness, my old friend Came to mind, and the night time talked to me With a voice sublime When I saw a group of heads bobbing, gathered in rhyme A cypher, I guess, but what they spit was inaudible Probably cause to not talk shit was an obstacle But instinctively, Stevie-b was always gifted Like when the doctor hits my knee, I kick it And spit descriptive depicting the midnight cantos The soft moonlight kissed the shallows of the shadows I tagged some graffiti, and ducked from the SDPD Looking shady in a hoodie and smoking a bidi Completely vibing at like 12:35 When I ran into this woman with weary eyes She was beautiful, but if a man was a mile She had traveled very far, so I gave her a smile She returned the smile of mine I walked on and commenced to light the dime The ash danced in the air like fireflies My oh my, I looked down at my watch, it was 2:59 A.M. like an amen to the day's end When I sensed a figure in the shadow waiting I brushed shoulders, then I kept stepping Without seeing his face, I handed the mic to MileSeven Stepping through the cloud of smoke rings, I'm hoping Seven gets around the dope fiends, with no strings I hear the pitter and patter of little feet And my eye sees my timepiece striking 3 And it might mean lightning strikes my mind twice In the same place, trying to find divine light The street lamps must need amps, 'cause we can't See the peeps dance, I freelance the mic right Back to the story at hand, a simple man On a stroll avoiding his fans, spitting jams Under his breath, upset 'cause they hunt him to death A hundred percent respect, but it fucked with his head So he left the show to wander in dark alleys Weaving in between the cars who parked badly Fleeing from the scene that seemed to mark Cali As the place of beautiful swimming women who spark phatties The clock struck 4, there's not much more Of night time, I find some locked front doors People in the beds had enough of that fool miles I lean up on the fence and I puff on a Kool Mild It's futile, to resist the kid spitting in the mist I insist you sit, so you can listen to the loose styles And if it should fit into little wigs, Then the thickness is equivalent to skinny points Pinner joints that struggle to grow fat The hands on my watch were touching with no claps 'Cause it's 5:25, and slicing the sky Were the first rays of Thursday, the sunrise I scooped up my fruits and cruised to Lindbergh Busting to myself I thought only the wind heard But the bum in the gutter said brother, that's songs dope We kicked back, relaxed, just as the dawn broke
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Written by: Miles Shumilak, Patrick Devaney, Steven Cavanaugh
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