Praverb is putting in some mad work this year…this here is a new song for collaborative Vinyl with producer Soulmade from Germany. Liking this a lot.

Lyrics after the jump.

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Lyrics

Maturation Verse

I made music to appease all the taste makers
I made music to appease all the naysayers
Working 9 to 5, surviving off made paper
Started to despise my craft, like I hate labor//

I don’t care, if I’m mentioned as the best
I only care, if you listen, it’s success
Live the vision I reflect, my mission is correct
Could care less about opinions, I live what I project//

It’s not about pride, it’s about infecting change
A rhyme slayer, yet now I won’t inspect the game
Impressed with fame? Respect the name
Bought me a Canon, next move directing things//

Wife carrying the seed, I’ve grown up
No Tonka Toys, chilling with the grown ups
If I made a mistake, I guess to need to own up
Worried about fitness, I don’t care if I blow up//

Was living lonesome, now I’m living wholesome
Thoughts organic, I’m just trying to be ripe
Not trying to be super lyrical cause when I write
I give you reality, no fiction in my life//

Would rather be free then in prison sending kites
Listen to my diction, spitting what I like
Daily conversation, with the homie Soulmade
Prayers to the maker, credited for souls made//

Information probably equals souls change
Knowledge is not restricted to your own age
Satan wants to cripple and destroy, take your joy
Like a plantation master that own slaves//

Maturity, now I’m in the slow stage
Can’t settle for crumbs, if funds are below wage
Sow faith, faith sown, face shown, with grey hair
Stay rare, depiction of my old age//