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THE
GIFT
RECORDED:APRIL-NOVEMBER
2000
THE STORY: I
wanted to do a solo song for the LP. I wanted to say everything I ever
needed to say ever in rap on the song, meaning I wanted what I thought
life was all about on this track. I came up with the chorus after hearing
the well known phrase from a Pakistani friend. From there I came up with
the lyrics and a beat which was originally a piano sample. I came up with
a newer guitar sample one when I decided that there were too many piano
beats already on the CD. Belo's messin' around beatboxin' is at the beginning
cuz this was recorded the same day "Ignor
the Rant" and the first part of "Currents
Circulated" was done. The chit chat over the
bells during the track represent all the people who ignore the calling
of God and the rain at the end represents judgement. Sev Statik vibed to
the song and wrote his lyrics on the same vein when I sent it to him. Really
listen, this a beautiful track.
LYRICS:
TARIK: The west winds are colliding
with those from the east, with me Tarik in the centre, struggling between
the impacts of both. I've been beseeched as a holy sacrifice, but equipped
with only human mindset that overflows with doubts and regrets and is constantly
perplexed on five W's and one H: "who, what, when,
where, why and how is God?" . I apologize for my lack of focus.
It's too easy to forget Your love and Your plan until all that we treasure
on this world is completely robbed and we're left alone with no one except
You. It's a shame we could even forget You and be consumed by selfishness
and pride. Held back by this two-dimensional eyesight,
the third dimension is the heart, the spirit. There is no answer
to our distress calls if we refuse to hear it. Life is but a tragic play
if we don't catch on to the true meaning. We are but a fine mist, here
today and gone the next. How is it possible not to have faith in God when
all worldly possesions and theories and philosophies point to no solid
conclusion except for more confusion? I'm a raisin
in the sun, juices evaporated and mind disfigured. My fruit is salvaged
when crushed into holy wine, intertwined with God's direction. I
pray that I love, respect and cherish Your gift, the breath I'm inhaling
this second- and make the most of my days.
CHORUS: Yesterday is history, tomorrow's
a mystery, today is the present- that's why we call if the gift. (2X)
TARIK: I'm
extremely devastated when it becomes real in my heart not
everyone I know and love will reach Heaven's gates.
And as much as I preach or say or hint at many still won't
accept. Why? I don't know. The world has many
flowers, they too will die if not shown the light. The water from my eyes
grows more when I think of wasted opportunities and the lack of unity between
brothers who have accepted Christ in their hearts. Things fall apart when
the center cannot hold. And the church must combine seperate fingers to
form a fist to make our stand bold and urgent, desperate. The forces of
evil win when we're separate. Predators prey
on those solo efforts and feel petrified of the body together.
Forever we'll dwell in paradise and the faith of this as true should be
enough for me and for you to bring as many to salvation as possible. And
l;eave the habits learned from society to be hostile- suspecting- and conforming
to the groundwork in place instead of learing to create and model our lifestyle
after the foundations detailed in the Holy Scriptures. Why are so many
bitter toward our Creator? The planet has
been messed up by us, that's why He's called the Saviour!Check
your behaviour now because there is no later! When
the clay dries and hardens it can't be used by the artist, so submersive
plunges into waters is a necessity. Cherish
the gift, the breath you're inhaling this
second, and make the most of your days.
CHORUS
SEV STATIK:
man, i knew tomorrow
was gonna come faster than i thought/
i dwell in the now/ but expect forever to wait
for me to toss and turn/
in this convenience of sleep/ indeed i compete/
with past mistakes made/
but they now speak
volumes of what i shoulda done/
to compete/
so i heed and learn from the wrong to correct
all ill feats/
man believe me/
my road has just began to be done/
everyday a new day with nothing new under the
sun/
accept the blessings that come hidden in my heart/
so i look to start off my seconds to play the
best part/
of a man with a brand new life/
born again/ on the
universes' stage/ dues paid/ so i grab the pen/ and begin to praise
God for another gift He's given me/
pencil and pad collaboration teaming inside these
walls of flesh/ God given talent to spit text so fresh/ a Tunnel
Rat at that/ called to combat the wack/
so we bring the
ugly truth forward/ as opposed to pretty lies/
but as humans do we wanna rewind/ and go back to the comfort zone of a
sullen state of mind/
and ignore these signs/
set up by time/
and God knows the
choices that we'll make/
because it's His gift.
now's the time -
that we must come together
and
now's the time -
that we must trust each other
and
now's the time -
that we must uplift
because
now's the time -
and now is the gift
CHORUS |
