Me and my posse, like to treat others with courtesy
lovin' is the key word, the verb that we prefer to be
put away your shopping cart, or open up your car door
help an old lady 'cross the street, if we were feeling hardcore
trying to change my ways, don't want to coulda' shoulda'
can I get you some coffee on your way, cream, cream or sugar
my homey john is being of service washing dishes
it's harder to be mad when you've got a spotless kitchen
cleaning up the mess I made, and I pray to God that,
any experience I've had, good or bad, will be an asset
and when a problem comes, I'll see it as a stepping stone
the world's bigger than me, I really don't gotta trek alone
build a mast for the sail out of the trail of our broken bones
sometimes the pain will help us grow

Proof of gold is in the fire
kite rises against the wind
smoothe seas make poor sailors
pressure makes the diamond

A brand new day, to package the finished product
learn the simple ways of dodging all the piranha's
they crave the blood, sweat, tears like it's the sustenance
but happiness, not ugliness, is the true supplement
and growth, whether spiritual, physical, or metaphysical
becomes the mathematical equation to the literal
a slow and steady progression to the question
ask yourself is life worth livin with conception
an idea about forgiveness, that blossoms into a lesson
your resistance through your own heart, becomes outward aggression
violence and depression, is all they ever taught you of
they gave you all you ever needed, and then they called it love
we broke free, out of this self created prison
found out that this life is like a prism
and once you let it shine, there is infinite possibility
recycling your mind with the universe's symmetry
tossing and turning, on the ocean's of emotions
an inexperienced sailor self inflicted moment
my spirit has awakened, from the sweetness of it's sleep
seeing my reflection in a stranger on the street,
not exactly what I want, but it's definitely what I need

Proof of gold is in the fire
kite rises against the wind
smoothe seas make poor sailors
pressure makes the diamond

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