Propaganda - Dig lyrics

FIND IT Somewhere in your soul, the last bit of strength that will take you on home Just find it Somewhere in your heart, to put the past in the past and go back to the start. Selfish Prideful come get an eyeful, an ugly dark stain on a once wondeful resume Leisurely strolls down the road of perdition Leaves a man wishing for his old position I know its so empty but it's still so tempting And if I ever lose sight come and get me You gotta dig She's a j**el in your crown Don't trade a million dollar future for a nickel right now Momma said leave a place better than you found it And looking in your eyes, I realize how profound that is Dig Like there's no tomorrow Dig like you living on time that's borrowed Dig Homie, it's in there somewhere Dig like your life depends on it because it does! And grand-mamma touched down, fresh from TX, a block from Ghost Town Natural born rider, a Watts Riot survivor Loved her four kids but them streets were a beast And by God's grace alone three out of the four made it Now the son of second-born is rocking microphones It's so lovely, I wish it could hug me It's dirty and it stinks, but its mine for the keeps Cold piece of work, the son of a "9-to-5'er" Civil rights and Vietnam War survivor Told my Grand-papi that blacks were not human But that didn't stop the movement You gotta dig! Find it! The wind sings the songs Of the dedicated few that wouldn't fall head long Just find it Watch me tighten my belt When the prayers of this rapper is a desperate cry for help I desire a higher outcome then weed get you Forgive me if I dismiss you, its ain't to diss you. I am not a Rasta, don't let the dreads fool you Though I take Jah serious, if it's cool let me school you, dig? I can't say I'm not tired Or felt a little envious of names on flyers Empty handed and homesick, though I know my flow's sick If ya'll only knew how cold this road gets, DIG If I ever lose sight, come and get me You gotta dig I'm not the artist, I'm the canvas Remind me of my own words though I can't stand it Hold me accountable, call me on my laziness Call me by my birth name, look me in the face and DIG If I ever lose sight, come and get me You gotta dig