Artist: Hidden Aspects Album: Revelations 1.1 Song: Higher Typed by: Cno Evil [Long Axe] He was a, big younging, heart wide open Hoping life fit him, like them tight Nike Jordans The boy had a shorty round the way, called him gorgeous Daddy from VA, but her momma came from Georgia He thoguht of college, but the streets came between him Sorta like a shortcut to riding in a B.M. Cuz momma told him every moment that she seen him The only thing blinging would be night lights blinking Ay, told his momma that she didn't have to worry Hit him on the celly, he was home in a hurry He lost his brother, so he listened to his mother Didn't wanna see her cry, like she did when he died It was like the streets opened up Found him in the manhole, eyes had to close 'em shut I didn't even get a chance to see him open up That very next morning, when he wrote a note to us and said [Chorus: Long Axe (sample)] (Keep on drifting me up) Because (higher) They ain't no reason to stop what we love (Keep on drifting me up) Because (higher) They ain't no reason to stop the street love (Keep on drifting me up) Because (higher) You only live once but you need to see love (Keep on drifting me up) Because (higher) They ain't no reason to stop what we love [Long Axe] Yo, all up in the 20's, man, damn, i'ts alot School loans next to your plans to get a new home And get your party on, maybe hit the club Wrote another dub, then, walk up in the club Get love from the bar, cuz he serving you that whooo Body hit the tailspin, shorty look cute Body close, cuz she really like the mood And both of ya'll drinking, ain't thinking bout school So relaxing, push up on the back end Get a piece of paper and tell her where the action What? Later on, bout 3 up in the morning Driving from the club, head spinning from the buzz She all snug, got a rubber in the glove Got the other hand playing in her pants, nigga, what? Then out of nowhere, here comes a truck Caught up in the moment, too late to look up Caught up in the moment, now you'll never see the butt, what Caught up in the moment, see you wasn't waking up [Chorus] [Long Axe] Let's talk about the truth, the youth and the people in the streets Ain't got alot to eat, but hey, they survived Work unemployment, physical enjoyment Smoke alot of cheeb', and reach for the sky Love, family, hate for the enemy Don't nobody want both worlds to collide Walking thin lines, running past stop sign This nigga really drunk and want me to ride? No turn to yesses, intimate pleasures You don't really care if he loves you or not You just want the rent paid, every last cent made And maybe if he left his boys on the block We absorb music, even the stress in it From the good, to the mess, we inherit the shit But the fine print needs more refinement, baby Got a greedy appetite for this American shit They say let's keep it moving, cuz, can't nobody stop us We ain't on no label, so can't nobody drop us Everybody trippin', constantly falling They be on that other line, I guess I missed my calling Calling, calling, calling all cars Do ya'll see them stars, that's out far Seeing, seeing, seeing all the truth Reaching out baby, try'nna touch the youth I say, calling, calling, calling all cars Can ya'll see those magnificent stars Seeing, seeing, seeing, the truth And if you reach out, baby, you can touch the youth, come on