Nujabes - F.I.L.O. lyrics

Lord if they only knew them nights it took Burnt candles by the dozen to ignite the soul fire Sheer energy to release to melt the heart Mind starved voice craved onto wax (and still get taxed) Relax, unrest unless undressed to the core Ever so slowly, wash away old skin like springs of sulfur So far, so good what's life got to offer? Youth stare curiously an*lyze the facts Who's there to encourage give a pat on their back How come society wanna grow and ignore Small dreams, big team now every work is a chore I adore each step, hop skip a cadence Travel distant in the age of decadence Do this in reverence to the older veterans Stripes on their chest plus a chip on their shoulder Street soldiers cut without severance, But keep hustling anyways for the L or the F of it Effervescent light guide the way, Fear no evil, once lost now found Like the last man down in the towering inferno of Babylon First In Last Out Thirstin' first drop just wet my appetite But couldn't satisfy my craving for beats Wrapped tight like a Christmas gift 'Tis night is an eve for a generation to uplift Live life like a testimony Simple rhymes in difficult times help a friend Through a lonely tunnel at the end, Every maze is a funnel into a wine bottle And corked inside a message so mind boggling, a puzzle Amazed at the grace having reached a goal Knock twice on the gate heaven preach a soul True knowledge of self shine brighter than all For one part getting polished you better the whole The sum of the characters carry over your role 24-karat gold, each day is a j**el Case closed when the end credits roll Self-representative and elected, yes I Give and get give back to the constituents Sit you in a chair and break down the affairs There's nuthin fashionable About arriving late in the game and acting OG Cuz you can't pay dues with credit or cash Quicktime soft players streaming all the Flash So I'm sticking copper pins into media outlets Then I hop up in the black van and then I'm out Let's get wit the program, drop the Dow Jonesing down We keep underground dowsing Microphones iron casting, everlasting sound Blasting, no doubt first in last out F.I.L.O, I'd rather do nuthin else If I follow my heart to the last pulse Like the last man down in the towering inferno of Babylon First In Last Out