The remnant - Indian Summer: The Conclusion lyrics

[Adan] Life is never how you ever planned So when the weatherman forecasts and bets his hand Treat it with a speck of sand Andre Benjamin said that he was soaking wet And drop tops, foxtrot slow your step Hold your breath [Tribe] There's a cobra kept on every man's Shoulder, throat, and neck So we greet each other by our handles And sobriquets The older we get the more we plan what we don't expect Samplin' another boundary to overstep [Adan] So I sit in Starbucks, considering the hard luck Of souls that get sold at high tolls and markups This present darkness got Atlanta by the talons 'til the roots get exposed like Jimmy Fallon We'll be wiling [Tribe] In search of significance See we don't always see the same things But we always try to work through the differences I stay up past my curfew to finish it With sweat on my forehead and dirt on my fingertips [Adan] Life's not meant to resemble this (Art does not imitate) These bars are the prison break for those told to sit and wait The master-slave give and take, sinner, saint, soldier We owe so much to these chips on our shoulders [Tribe] Blink and it's over (Life is in the rear view) So here's to the few who steer to the clear blue We make numbers and numerals sound upbeat and musical It's fun when we do it, though it's more ugly than beautiful [Hook] When we order ice water, bring us one more round Cause it doesn't cool off 'til the sun goes down It's hotter in the shade and we are not getting paid From the cradle to the grave Summer Dog Days When we order ice water, bring us one more round It doesn't cool off 'til the sun goes down It's Adan, John, Gray, so let the song play Summer Dog Days Forever, Always [Tribe] Welcome to the dirty Third Coast AC up to 11, still sweating in my work clothes Listening to dirt po' church folk Saying how they stayin' prayed up Through these layoffs and furloughs [Adan] When some reach alert mode, they medicate with herb smoke Others swig merlot or Wild Irish Turk Rose My first pose ain't some upturned nose I just script verse prose to reverse the way the earth goes [Tribe] Crawling in the pollen in the dandelion gra** Hot enough to light a fire with a magnifying gla** Swing a samurai slash at your panty line Hitting like cat o'nine lash, and a cannon fire blast [Adan] And if a rapper's gonna last in these Summer Dog Days He must navigate the block maze, fog haze, shock waves Give God praise for this entrée from Doc Chey's Do the opposite of whatever Waka Flock says [Tribe] Every time, always (Pause, play, rewind) Stick to the design, and everything will be fine Sleep in your free time, we aren't done yet 'Cause daytime doesn't even start 'til the sun sets [Adan] After our unrest (One less day to do it) The hourgla** lays sideways to our music Last place victors write summer songs for winter The parched throat patrons, professional beginners [Hook] Forever, always