Palaces (Explicit)

Composed by：Wasalu Jaco p/k/a: Lupe Fisaco

Produced by：Soundtrakk/Nicolaus Isaiah/Trumaine Jordan

We've been talented all along

We think we're fortresses made of stone

But we're just palaces made out of flesh and bone

Waiting for our time to shine to come on home

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Lord please bless my castle of sand

Waiting on a battle

Sword handle all in my hand

The war forces more toward my door with demands

More important than the fortune

That you poured in my pan

From freestyling to recording advance

Can you please reinforce all

My borders and bands

I should've put it towards some plans

Want a forest gotta water some plants huh

Normally ignoring the branch

Is par for the course but when

You hold a culture you can't

Can't parkour over a part

You gotta march forth over

Your art and for your fans

When you cornered gotta shorten

Your stance

Lessen your tells Philly-shelled

Don't orbit or dance

You hear the bell then report to the band

Then do whatever that the chorus

Commands and for the 'Gram

We've been talented all along

We think we're fortresses made of stone

But we're just palaces made out of flesh and bone

Made out of flesh and bone

Waiting for our time to shine to come on home

Our time to come on home

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Lord please bless my mansions of cards

If ever challenged let us camp in the car

Uh

Or hang a hammock from a branch in the park

A planet made of uninhabited parts

Uh

Being anonymous don't grant you some dark

Even astronomers keep a camera on Mars

Uh

Satellites attract where you are

And see your blackest night

Attack it with sparks

Uh

Fireworks are not a match for a star

And fire hurts burns blackens and scars

Uh

Can still emerge learned attractive and sharp

From out the ashes of galactic barrage yeah

It gets savage where they traffic mirage

It ain't no magic they in back of it

Secret hatches and frauds

You gotta take it back to the start

You gotta tap and learn to rap

From the heart yeah yeah

We've been talented all along

We think we're fortresses

Made of stone

But we're just palaces

Made out of flesh and bone

Waiting for our time

To shine to come on home

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Uh yeah

Lord please bless my palace of bones

My soul call my skeleton home

It's on the phone

Hello

Give the receiver back to Tyrone

We made a pact nigga I'm goin' back home

Alright

Yeah pack my bags stagger back to the zone

With a back full of daggers I've thrown

I'm like my own masochist

Slash my wrist with a poem

And when I'm gone

Don't tamper with or sample

My songs unless you strong

Bicep emojis in the group chat

Five sets of burpees

Don't disturb me if the booth black

I'm going through it

Got a bunch of baggage on my roof rack

I have a lot of habits that produced that

They gon' put they tag on it

My condolences to the fast moments

Hope the solar system assist my

Slower mission and put some lag on it

Window to my soul peering inside

The crib where my spirit resides

Lyrics or die