Jenny - Robert de Boron/Daichi Diez/Shaira

Lyrics by：Daichi Diez/SHAIRAH

Composed by：Robert de Boron

Sometimes we forget

'Cause we get caught up in life

And don't see the things that

We should see

And appreciate the things that

We should appreciate

This song is for the people

And the beautiful things in this

World that we take granted of

It's called Jenny

Listen up yeah

I heard of the beat and thought

Of something beautiful

Forced to be a robot but

Seeking for the spiritual

Living this life and end up at

The funeral

But meanwhile be something but

Nothing seems suitable

Life is hard but you know

What to look for

Love or the friendship and

Maybe that's to die for

Only one path and ain't no

Really side door

Writing for this light and

This is really my war

So listen when the birds are

Singing

Birth that's given

Seasons that change 'cause earth

Is living yeah

We take granted of this simplest

Beauty

For the new seeds I rap this

Intellect music

Another dawn after sun's down

Waking with a gun sound

No one's having fun now

Kids crying mom loud

Brightest stars in a darkest

Night

When I'm losing it I target the

Mic come on

Green trees white waves

Yellow sunlight

Clear water brown dirt to red

Blood from gun fights

Blue tears gray clouds

Just another black night

Tell my people stay gold

With this silver hand mic

Green trees white waves

Bright yellow sunlight

Clear water brown dirt to red

Blood from gun fights

Blue tears gray clouds

Just another black night

Tell my people stay gold

With this silver hand mic

After all we know

And after all we show

Don't forget what's in

Front of you

And keep on shining through

After all we know

And after all we show

Remember what makes you

It's like the smell of the rain

That keeps me sane

Like Bob Marley and Miss Hill

That ease my pain

I picture the things that don't

Need to change

Most beautiful things in this

World is simple and plain

Like water to quench thirst

Like the nature that made music

First

It's like me taking a pen and

Writing a verse

If the mind don't give up and

Nothing is a curse

Beautiful things with beautiful

Names

Key to this life is to view the

Small things

And find something you can love

For you to maintain

Remember needs and the wants are

Two different things

Imagine if we never cried

Imagine people never lied

Imagine every single person in

The world have a mind

Imagine this

Imagine all the people in the

World reaching for the sky

Green trees white waves

Yellow sunlight

Clear water brown dirt to red

Blood from gun fights

Blue tears gray clouds

Just another black night

Tell my people stay gold

With this silver hand mic

Green trees white waves

Bright yellow sunlight

Clear water brown dirt to red

Blood from gun fights

Blue tears gray clouds

Just another black night

Tell my people stay gold

With this silver hand mic

After all we know

And after all we show

Don't forget what's in

Front of you

And keep on shining through

After all we know

And after all we show

Remember what makes you

As I inhale the smoke of the

Soul flower

Nothing to trip and no beef and

No drama

It seems stupid 'cause life is

Your movement

So take a little break puff

Maybe you'll feel new man

Everybody got it's own ways of

Peace

Families or friends maybe

Rapping to the beats

Maybe reading your book or

Journey to the sea

This verse is to thank things

What you really need

I like to dedicate this song for

The people

DJs and MCs and writers and

B-Boys

And not just them I'm saying

Good and the evils

All different paths with the

Visions of their heroes

And don't be scared with the

Choices you make

Might regret but if you true at

Least you weren't fake

As I pray with the pencil paper

I say

This life with mic is my

Beautiful way bring it back

Green trees white waves

Yellow sunlight

Clear water brown dirt to red

Blood from gun fights

Blue tears gray clouds

Just another black night

Tell my people stay gold

With this silver hand mic

Green trees white waves

Bright yellow sunlight

Clear water brown dirt to red

Blood from gun fights

Blue tears gray clouds

Just another black night

Tell my people stay gold

With this silver hand mic

Thanks to Soul Kitchen Studio

And the Goons Trax

And Robert de Boron

I like to give it up for my man

T-bone Steak that's doin'

Sometime right now

I love you man

I love all you guys

So keep your head up high man

And keep it real

Peace