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Silver - J.O.T.S (Journey of the Surfer) ft. Kindred Spirit Lyrics



Silver - J.O.T.S (Journey of the Surfer) ft. Kindred Spirit Lyrics




And so it begins
The surfer is at a turf war with sin
With hopes that he'll transcend what's in front of him
He channels what's within
Now usually he's in good spirits
Maneuvering through life at his own pace
A lot of people wana be around him but
He just needs his own space

Moment of silence, man nobody bother me
Gimme my space, man I don't need you crowding me
Tell me you love me, girl that mean a lot to me
Fighting my demons I feel 'em surrounding me

Wiping tears from momma eyes
Been waiting years to see her baby fly
Want the things we been deprived
Take me a shot, then I come alive
Yea I stayed down and I sacrificed
Crossed my T's and then dot my I's
Now I'm here, talking big business
In the game, playing big minutes
I'm heating up, yea I'm over cooking
Doing all the things they said I couldn't
School of hard knocks, I'm playin hookey
They don't understand me so they overlook me
I'm insubordinate, non conforming
Power storing, it's euphoric
Angels swarming, Praise the Lord and
Feel all the pain up in my recordings
But rest assured we gon state facts
Rest assured we gon stay black
Come up short on my pay check
Rest assured we gon take that
I need a full plate on my placemat
Charged up like drake back
Lost myself but retraced that
Now rest assured I won't waste that
Good Lord

Only God can save you niggas now
From a black man with a purpose
With his back against the wall
Wondering if it's all worth it

Moment of silence, man nobody bother me
Gimme my space, man I don't need you crowding me
Tell me you love me, girl that mean a lot to me
Fighting my demons I feel em surrounding me

I feel 'em plotting, and watching i promise to God they won't stop me
Niggas been boxing, I'm going the distance with ease cuz rep for the creed like I'm rocky
Feeling too cocky
Back with my back on the wall got me skating on ice like it's hockey
Walk with a limp, too much guap in my pockets
I'm going harder than the guard on the rockets
My business is boomin
Units is moving
I feel improved cuz I'm steady improving
Watch ya niggas, keep an eye ya unit
Cuz in the Bible even Jesus had a Judas
So now I be flexing
Young DMX'ing
Shut em down and watch me open up shop
Brand new regime going straight to the top
No cutting ties when they tied with a knot
Just food for ya thought
I hear shordie talking heavy, she gotta come show me
I been erasing the doubt, I'm up in the clouds, to keep all the problems below me
I can remember they laughed and they hated now all of a sudden they wana "yo bro" me
Yea you followed on the gram and shook on my hand, but nigga don't act like you kno me
You niggas phony, I'm trying not to lose it
Not what you used to, so please don't confuse it
I feel like hov when he gave us the blueprint
I gotta leave all my soul in this music
I should be given an A for my effort
I came out shining, I went through the pressure
I hear you talking but give me a second
It take a minute to learn me a lesson
Let me go get 'em
Trying not to fold through the stressing
Trying not to listen to hecklers
Tryna show niggas it ain't no more joking but lately I'm chilling with Heath on the ledger
F*ck what you saying, don't give me no lecture
Empty advice ain't gon make me get better
I'd rather sit back and channel aggression
Break my foot off in the ass of oppression
Really I might just go dumb on you niggas
Might go nick cannon and drum on you niggas
Pour out a bottle of rum for my niggas
Sip it until I go numb on you niggas
Thank you Jesus
I been defeated
Bounced back, repeated
Sparred with my demons
Fake friends, deleted
For my freedom
Got what I needed
Swing from the trees
In that garden of eden
Taking knees, we don't pledge allegiance
Take a stand, we ain't paraplegic
Hold tight to what you believe in
And manifest everything you dreaming
My niggas
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And so it begins
The surfer is at a turf war with sin
With hopes that he'll transcend what's in front of him
He channels what's within
Now usually he's in good spirits
Maneuvering through life at his own pace
A lot of people wana be around him but
He just needs his own space

Moment of silence, man nobody bother me
Gimme my space, man I don't need you crowding me
Tell me you love me, girl that mean a lot to me
Fighting my demons I feel 'em surrounding me

Wiping tears from momma eyes
Been waiting years to see her baby fly
Want the things we been deprived
Take me a shot, then I come alive
Yea I stayed down and I sacrificed
Crossed my T's and then dot my I's
Now I'm here, talking big business
In the game, playing big minutes
I'm heating up, yea I'm over cooking
Doing all the things they said I couldn't
School of hard knocks, I'm playin hookey
They don't understand me so they overlook me
I'm insubordinate, non conforming
Power storing, it's euphoric
Angels swarming, Praise the Lord and
Feel all the pain up in my recordings
But rest assured we gon state facts
Rest assured we gon stay black
Come up short on my pay check
Rest assured we gon take that
I need a full plate on my placemat
Charged up like drake back
Lost myself but retraced that
Now rest assured I won't waste that
Good Lord

Only God can save you niggas now
From a black man with a purpose
With his back against the wall
Wondering if it's all worth it

Moment of silence, man nobody bother me
Gimme my space, man I don't need you crowding me
Tell me you love me, girl that mean a lot to me
Fighting my demons I feel em surrounding me

I feel 'em plotting, and watching i promise to God they won't stop me
Niggas been boxing, I'm going the distance with ease cuz rep for the creed like I'm rocky
Feeling too cocky
Back with my back on the wall got me skating on ice like it's hockey
Walk with a limp, too much guap in my pockets
I'm going harder than the guard on the rockets
My business is boomin
Units is moving
I feel improved cuz I'm steady improving
Watch ya niggas, keep an eye ya unit
Cuz in the Bible even Jesus had a Judas
So now I be flexing
Young DMX'ing
Shut em down and watch me open up shop
Brand new regime going straight to the top
No cutting ties when they tied with a knot
Just food for ya thought
I hear shordie talking heavy, she gotta come show me
I been erasing the doubt, I'm up in the clouds, to keep all the problems below me
I can remember they laughed and they hated now all of a sudden they wana "yo bro" me
Yea you followed on the gram and shook on my hand, but nigga don't act like you kno me
You niggas phony, I'm trying not to lose it
Not what you used to, so please don't confuse it
I feel like hov when he gave us the blueprint
I gotta leave all my soul in this music
I should be given an A for my effort
I came out shining, I went through the pressure
I hear you talking but give me a second
It take a minute to learn me a lesson
Let me go get 'em
Trying not to fold through the stressing
Trying not to listen to hecklers
Tryna show niggas it ain't no more joking but lately I'm chilling with Heath on the ledger
F*ck what you saying, don't give me no lecture
Empty advice ain't gon make me get better
I'd rather sit back and channel aggression
Break my foot off in the ass of oppression
Really I might just go dumb on you niggas
Might go nick cannon and drum on you niggas
Pour out a bottle of rum for my niggas
Sip it until I go numb on you niggas
Thank you Jesus
I been defeated
Bounced back, repeated
Sparred with my demons
Fake friends, deleted
For my freedom
Got what I needed
Swing from the trees
In that garden of eden
Taking knees, we don't pledge allegiance
Take a stand, we ain't paraplegic
Hold tight to what you believe in
And manifest everything you dreaming
My niggas
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Writer: Steven Silver
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