It Don't Mean a Thing - Henry Canyons, Billy Woods

It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got

It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got

It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got

Day to day news getting harder to believe

So scared from these nightmares, sweat through sheets

So I sweat through beats, achieve true peace

Only get one life, just signed a new lease

All I need is one mic, and a few blues beats

Cook the cool beans

Cut my muse loose, tantalized by the amuse

She be guess we will soon see

Revert back to the loop, repeat

These two feet face the beamer

So I can pay my dues due east

Whatever’s a crew, levers are pulled

My methods are genuine, pedalling through

Malevolent ooze, pep in my step

Getting me to the next plateau

Assessing the view, weather when the elements

No, not for the hell of adventuring

The meditation to better diffuse with training duke

In a sentimental mood

My family’s the engine, keeps me revving

As I’m stepping on the accelerator

To what’s ahead of me, let’s cruise

Shaking a etch-a-sketch of the blooper

And it’s all nuance, a conceptual reiteration of the next move

Its obsessive or repressive propensity, a propeller perpetually ascending

And became fine-tuned, these birds eye views reaffirm what I do

Tonight’s sky so solemn as I glide through it

It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got

It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got

It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got

It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got

I got half the story, figured out the rest

Told the truth and the lie, I figured let ‘em guess

You know it’s a lie if they say I confessed

I let my corners pressure and dog

I be talking out the side of my neck

They mediocre, I been the best

Don’t wait and say it after I death

Diplomatically suggest, he cracking the flesh

Far be it man, far be it

I’m older than my father when he had me

Not sure if that means I’m doing well or more badly

Sadly the wrong was just

God’s gift shattered it into bits then put in the baggy

Positive thinking turned life in hell to the Simpsons

Patrol men shook like we came for they pensions

Rasta hat with the dreadlock extensions

Pied noir with the pied-à-terre

But now you don’t want no black French man

Just had to fucking mention, just thought I should mention

It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got

It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got

It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got