Lupe Fiasco Palaces (feat. Troy Tyler)
Part I
[Chorus]
We've been talented, all along
We think we're fortresses, made of stone
But we're just palaces made out of flesh and bone
Waiting for our time to shine to come on home
Oh-oh-oh-oh
[Verse 1]
Lord, please bless my castle of sand
Waiting on a battle, sword handle all in my hand
The war forces more toward my door with demands
More important than the fortune that you poured in my pan
From freestyling to recording advance
Can you please reinforce all my borders and bands?
I should've put it towards some plans
Want a forest, gotta water some plants, huh
Normally, ignoring the branch
Is par for the course, but when you hold a culture, you can't
Can't parkour over a part
You gotta march forth over your art and for your fans
When you cornered, gotta shorten your stance
Lessen your tells, Philly-shelled, don't orbit or dance
You hear the bell then report to the band
Then do whatever that the chorus commands and for the 'Gram
[Chorus]
We've been talented, all along
We think we're fortresses, made of stone
But we're just palaces made out of flesh and bone (Made out of flesh and bone)
Waiting for our time to shine to come on home (Our time to come on home)
Oh-oh-oh-oh
[Verse 2]
Lord, please bless my mansions of cards
If ever challenged, let us camp in the car (Uh)
Or hang a hammock from a branch in the park
A planet made of uninhabited parts (Uh)
Being anonymous don't grant you some dark
Even astronomers keep a camera on Mars (Uh)
Satellites attract where you are
And see your blackest night, attack it with sparks (Uh)
Fireworks are not a match for a star
And fire hurts, burns, blackens, and scars (Uh)
Can still emerge learned, attractive, and sharp
From out the ashes of galactic barrage, yeah
It gets savage where they traffic mirage
It ain't no magic, they in back of it, secret hatches and frauds
You gotta take it back to the start
You gotta tap and learn to rap from the heart, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
We've been talented, all along
We think we're fortresses, made of stone
But we're just palaces made out of flesh and bone
Waiting for our time to shine to come on home
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Part II
[Verse]
Uh, yeah
Lord, please bless my palace of bones
My soul call my skeleton home, it's on the phone (Hello?)
Give the receiver back to Tyrone
We made a pact, nigga, I'm goin' back home (Alright)
Yeah, pack my bags, stagger back to the zone
With a back full of daggers I've thrown
I'm like my own masochist, slash my wrist with a poem, and when I'm gone
Don't tamper with or sample my songs unless you strong
Bicep emojis in the group chat
Five sets of burpees, don't disturb me if the booth black
I'm going through it, got a bunch of baggage on my roof rack
I have a lot of habits that produced that
They gon' put they tag on it, my condolences to the fast moments
Hope the solar system assist my slower mission and put some lag on it
Window to my soul, peering inside
The crib where my spirit resides, lyrics or die
