Music For Life

Nas

Yeah, yeah

It started with rhythms i heard listenin to the wall

The bouncin of basketballs on playgrounds and all

The empty bottles is hollow wind blowin inside em

The flow and the rhymin got my alignment to a science

Mixing with my moms in the kitchen, them spoons rattling

Pots and pans, faucet water pouring tunes managing

To come from all the fussing and ramballing what i know this was, pure music untampered with

And all them fuckin things showbiz does

Older thugs showed us stuff, like how to hold a plug

Juice from the street life it almost could have blowed us up

Crates of records, great sessions, had the whole hood jammin

Large speakers fresh made smell the wood sandin

Father did his blues, smooth legendary jazz man

Saw his wife secondary to his true passion

Started with my crew rappin

New jacks in 82

Never look back now look what it changed me to, music

Marsha (floetry)

We gotta believe the future, we gotta believe the past

We gotta believe in more, they know that we have

We gotta believe each other, we gotta open up our minds

Coz music is for life

Hi-tek

Whats the difference between me and you

Is im a real cognisor of this rap shit i really do it

My whole life man is really music

Through my bass line im living through it

Another expression of life i couldnt live without

I like my music straight pure not watered down

Damn it feels good to fulfil my dreams of getting out the hood

Kept me busy, gave me a chance to stop selling drugs

Spending time in the basement kept me from acktin up

Zoneing out, wishin dre could check it out

Im here now

I cant believe the proof in the pudding, everything happen for a reason

Through this music im able to feed my family

When im stressed out its my sanity

Its a life style, all on the street, in here hollywood

Music in my dna, its my lively hood, music

Chorus

Common

Keep the music alive

The good and the strong survive

I close my eyes and imagine i was jackson 5

Randy and michael going through lifes cycle

Music allowed me to let life go

So vital to a youngster comin up amoung street hustlers

The big beat would touch us in such a special place

Given the ghetto a taste of what freedom is like

I reached the point in my life when i was needing a mic

No second guessing, self expression, and lessons learned

Aggression became sessions where sess was burned

Put my soul into it, now my feet is firm

In the game where a name is hard to earn

And hot cats careers get scarred and burned

Through the years mine took a godly turn

This is the story of my life man trapped in the verse

No matter money or the movies, music is first

Not sure if its all right but i couldnt find this any where so i decided to do it myself