Sapient - Face In The Clouds lyrics

[Verse 1: Sapient] I am a pioneer with the ways I think I'm cradling my giant sphere Though the angels speak inside my ears This place I've grown to love, where love is all in vain Where I see the palace in the gutter And feed my hunger pangs My lungs burst satiated with the emptiness My love turns to one verse Though my brain's not yet convinced A cla**ic recipe to cook up some excellence The sessions get sparse when the good luck has exited But I awoke to a pretty fresh day Although I had a splitting headache And I'm feeling stretched way too thin Reduced to putting my dues in It's what we do 'til our music gets played Speaking with the force to supplement your well-being Compels people to support, I don't have to sell things I write it, read it, and record it, the feeling is euphoric Figure out what my message is then come tell me [Hook: Sapient and OnlyOne] (Don't look down) I put my head up even if I'm facin' the clouds (Don't look down I put my head up, so you can see my face in the crowd (Don't look down) I put my head up even if I'm facin' the clouds (Don't look down) I put my head up, so you can see my face in the crowd [Verse 2: OnlyOne] Pipe dreams, reverend does not stand in your place Sights gleam from a weapon shot a man in the face Life seems long as seconds, drop to the sand and pray Lightning from the heavens crawls as I stand in his grace From the blood of the wishful, in darkness I will shine Cut from the thistle, marked by design There's no love within you when your partisan's divine That's why my motherf**ing pencil is sharper than your mind They say God is us in likenesses and we created him I'm modest of the right I did in silence when I pray to him I'm conscious of your righteousness Your Highness has forsaken him For God is love, the life you live And what you choose to make of it They powdered the issues of power they misuse Fistfuls of tissues, palms of blood In the hours I give you, flowers will shrivel Underneath the whistles of the missiles that they launch at us [Hook] [Verse 3: Goldini Bagwell] I'm a matador sort, blanket up the bull I'm a waiter in such making sure that your gla** is half full Anything less is uncivil for the simple who bare his soul Riddled by a ripple of rhythm cycles And I know what it's like to s** at life sh**, I'm alive though, so I must be doing something right And if I took it any further, I'd take two trips out the beaker before I reach the Bunsen burner In term the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree In terms of this battle doesn't fall too far from you and me And it's as real as a heartbeat And still I put my face out in the crowd in case God forgot me And honestly, I can pay homage in a minute, y'all It was probably that I'm lost in the start of what will finish all And yeah, these are trying times, so we just do this. I keep my head up, so you'll always see my face through this music [Hook]