(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! Haha! You seen it too, right? Babies with Sun in eyes, dancing under the moonlight Hooting, hollering, clapping and never missing a beat Till you seen a nigga rise and laugh at you in the street, It's 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!) 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 gone 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 sum 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 fathers 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 nigga 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 You put ya hand on my shoulder, assure the directions mapped Haha, 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! Hahaha! It's magic alive! It's magic a- It's magic alive!