PEACE - Intellectual

[Intro]

No, I can’t save you, no

(I need me some peace of mind)

No, I can’t save you, no

(I need me some peace)

[Refrain]

I need me some peace of mind

Too many need a piece of mine

So I give them a piece of mind

I leave them reeling, then I get to my grind

(x2)

[Verse 1]

Here's a verse for you

Struggling all alone? Here's a bird's eye view

Thugging on the phone? First thing I'd lose

You can't make peace if a piece takes you

To tango, go mane, go, you know it takes two

Find ya an admirer who loves to do what you do

Chew how you chew, groove how you groove

Then your hearts become art, oughtta move to the Louvre

I'm never stuck in the booth, because I love to record

I write and I relate true to my own accord

See, that's a Honda not Ford, in which I'm serving the Lord

Pizzas in a beat up heap of what I can afford

And that's a lesson for sure

Gotta know your limits or you'll be sitting in court

Playing defendant, dependent, but they can’t defend you anymore

Give it a minute and you’ll be getting pinned to the floor like

[Hook]

No peace for spirits broken to pieces

(But peace for sheeple walking with fleeces?)

All of these demons are hoping to please us

(Why the tragedy left unheeded?)

No peace for people broken to pieces

(No peace for me, man, slinging them pizzas?)

All of these things we hoping to ease us

(Why the things we seek kept from Jesus?)

(x2)

[Break]

I pray for peace but I can't save you, no

Don't follow me, lead your own way, go

I pray for peace but I can't save you, no, no, no

Can't even save myself, I know, know, know

[Verse 2]

People be starving (Yup!)

And people be killing for food

How it sounds like a joke now

Means it's about to go down, yo, no doubt it's true

I pray for P’s but I can't save a U

I aim to please, but I gotta stay on cue

It's mammon, my man, why the world so cruel

Got a plan to stand up and keep my cool

In a place where home invasions win the race, and on soundcloud too

How about you? Is that the risk to take for a dollar or two?

Holla at you?

Hell nah, man, I'd rather "achoo"

Into your tissues, tear into your issues

Than confess my own

Now I’m working mostly, thinking I should be alone

Be more vagabond

Looking like a bag of bones, but I have a home

And that feels wrong