John Brown - Avant-Garde
текст песни

VERSE 1:
I was just a youngn with a dream,
We were skipping classes smoking nuggets in the rain/
Holding on to something that could love us just the same/
Thought I paid my dues but the budgets never came/
Open my horizon like they panoramic views/
Drove alone in silence on my way to Santa Cruz
Gathering my thoughts like I’m chasing animals/
There ain’t no manuals when you’re planning all your moves/
Before the towers fell I was grinding with the elders/ t
Apping on the bottles, there were cyphers in the cellars /
Fighting in the club they didn’t like us they were jealous/
Visits out of Rikers had to write a couple letters/
My Russian chick from Brighton called the law /
Didn’t need the aerosol to see the writing on the wall/
Stay away from busters like Tyson when he fall/
Always been a hustler known the price to have it all /

CHORUS:
Sometimes you gotta move on,
Even if they’re tripping saying you wrong
Everybody’s different do what you want
I couldn’t never quit this, it's been too long
But sometimes you gotta move on

VERSE 2:

Fuck the depression Im a product of the great
Caught me in possession, tried to burn me at the stake/
As God as my witness I been pearly from the gate /
Avant garde with the vision, I was early I was late /
Wake up making stories with a shorty by the lake/
We philosophizing and she’s horny from the drank/
Its all modernized I record another take/
I'm just fortunate to paint another portrait for the game/
Thought I had it easy but the hustling is ruthless /
100 Miles running through the struggle for this music/
Before you Top Dawg getting humbled by The Blueprint /
Some homies caught a charge and they never made it through it/
I’m fighting Father Time like a boxer in his prime/
I’m carving out a lane like I’m parking on a train/
I’m running out of space in my memory for fakes /
Build the legacy with Grace it’ll never be erased