Brandon Nembhard - How Many? Lyrics

I can remember seeing my uncle on his farm, standing in the rain with a smile on his face

My cousin's stood under shelter, laughing

And it stuck with me because all he said was
""it's a good day""

How many been through a lot
How many connected the dots?
How many saw through the lines?
The queues?
How many calling the shots?
How many times has time defined
What I love when I could not?
How many times will I deny
What's mine and blame it on God?
It's timing
Incredible shots needs lighting, styling
Even the goat needs guidance
No man is an island
But I grew up on two
Two types of violence
One, they'll look in your eye
And question your pride
And find it
While one minimised the mind
To likes of mindless
And called it your class
Do what you can and do what you can't
Cook in the pan, or cook in the pot
You think you're the man, they think that you're not
You think that you're her, they think that you're lost
They frame you as other, but they can get cropped
I'm paying the price, whatever it costs
At the end of the day I'll give it to God

The rose that grew from the block
The kids were seen as a stock
No early investments
Tried and tested
A place where everyone mocks
Examine the world from the bottom
And maybe you'll see where the meaning is lost
The cost?
The idea of love
Knocking on doors
That nobody locks

How many been through a lot
How many connected the dots?
How many saw through the lines?
The queues?
How many calling the shots?
How many times has time defined
What I love when I could not?
How many times will I deny
What's mine and blame it on God?

Things changing
With the tick of the clock
We're lifting it up
We're bringing the crops
With patience
Water the soil
With a pot that's makeshift
They put rope in a knot
Then blame it
We put hope in a box
Then claim it
Trickling down,
But not like Reagan
But yeah
At the end of the day I'll give it to God


Saw the vision, copacetic
Taught the system how to get it
Though they read it, they forget it
Often skimming, no retention
Done pretending
Learnt my lesson

Though the mission, just beginning
Know the ending
Message sending
From the present
To the next
Legacy is what what you stand for
Standing by who you can't call

See saw, feel felt
Love is not a resource
Nor a product you can recall
Just because you need more
Looking for a band that couldn't be forged
Report when you got it under lock
Seafloor, the wave sitting at the top
Leasehold culture
Wales Bonner on your top
Stepping like we're in peacecorps

It's a good day.