Magic, Alive!

(It's live)
I gotta plan, get with me in the ride (inside)
I'll make it so my niggas never die (and why?)
Maybe escape if we take to skies and (fly, high, high)
(Magic, alive)

I gotta plan, get with me in the ride (inside)
I'll make it so my niggas never die (and why?)
Maybe escape if we take to skies and (fly, high, high)
(Magic, alive)

There he go, dropping his baby off
Father, son, holy spirit
We watch that boy as he cross
Gold from the hand to elbow, man, such is a hefty cost
Thing 'bout losing memories, can't put finger on what I lost
I'ma run in real quick, just hold yo' bladder
And turn up the volume, nigga, 'tryna hear radio chatter
The birds, the trees, the sky, what they all say matters
But ya'll want me be responsible for liquor store splatter, fine
Tattered feathers became the Achilles' heel
Chase an affinity to describe how sunshine feels
Under red moon, black son
Father figure, mama's gun
Packed room, one of one
Dance circles raised him up
You seen it too, right?
Babies with sun in eyes, dancing under the moonlight
Hooting, hollering, clapping and never missing a beat
'Til you seen a nigga rise and laugh at you in the street

(It's live) it's alive
I gotta plan, get with me in the ride (inside)
I'll make it so my niggas never die (and why?)
Maybe escape if we take to skies and
(Fly, high, high) yeah, yeah
(Magic, alive)

I gotta plan, get with me in the ride (inside)
I'll make it so my niggas never die (and why?)
Maybe escape if we take to skies and (fly, high, high)
(Magic, alive) okay

We got 'til mama call out from the window pane
How I know all off these boys
We grew up where the windows stained
With a phoenix on his shoulder, ironic the boy got flamed
It's the summer time, niggas gon' die if ya ankles sprained
(I can't help you)
Niggas kill god, he get too damn close to me
Trick bag, got spells and a lil' somethin' for grandma's groceries
Took a walk around the block and all the youngins quoting me
We ain't really heard of you, my nigga, who is you supposed to be?
Run it back, that magic track I hear a bop
I'm my father's child, so of course I'ma dip, I hear pops
I ain't do my job, if this come off as a lil' shock
But me and my niggas never had affinities for locks
And it stacks, instead of us watchin' it all collapse
We huddle and between us a butterfly's wings flap
Face away and say, recently I've been feeling a lil' trapped
Put ya hand on my shoulder, assure the directions mapped
And I believe it
Going through this now, shit, it really got me believing
To live forever is to tell the stories of who light up ya eyes
We ran, we danced, survived, we fly, that's magic alive

It's magic alive
It's magic a-
It's magic alive