The Professional
Album: The Black Lion Chronicles Chapter 3: The Second Son
By: Blee
By: Blee
Duration
3:38
Genres
Description
A song with a purpose. The way the song builds as well adds to the emotion of the song. Would work well with any scene that is self-reflective and has an intensifying of emotions. There is a strong sense pf freedom at the end when the song climaxes
Lyrics
THIS IS BLEE VERSE 1 This is not my profession, this is me living This is me everyday this is me giving My heart, my soul over these rhythms This is my follow through with my decisions Even though it sometimes feel like I see prison Walls all around me like egotism What were once dreams are now becoming weak visions But I’ve gotta keep going cauz I need missions I need to speak now after all the years I’ve listened I see things that I can’t believe people are missing The biggest killers in this world politics and religion So why do we keep feeding these things our ammunition It’s like we don’t realise the power of our position Together we can accomplish anything we envision If we just move as one and stop thinking about division And f$%^ the government cauz we don’t need their supervision VERSE 2 This is not my profession this is me breathing This is me everyday, this is me weeping At the state of the world that we sleep in This is me feeling pain at what we believe in Money, cars, clothes yo that’s what you are seeking? That’s the success that you wanna be achieving? Your visions are so infantile that they not even teething We could see the stars why we keep reaching for ceilings What you call accomplishments are only ego feeding Your accolades and awards have no deeper meanings There’s nothing great about you if your brother is bleeding From hunger pains while you eat more than you need You understand that mothers can’t feed their children While you sit back and boast about all your millions Brother Ali put it the best way without preaching There’s no me or you it’s just us please believe him VERSE 3 This is not my profession, this is my pursuit This is my military it’s the gun I shoot Tis ism egoing hard cauz I want the truth Faith is just not enough man I need hat proof Al them stories that you told man I’m seeing through So I just sit back and wait for you to make a move Somebody needs to get a message to the engine room We’re not moving man we need that evolution soon So many centuries and it’s still the same news War disease disaster and lack of food While the wealthy still living up in their cocoons Protected by the government and their platoons I know you’re smart enough to see you’ll have to change soon I hope that you can find the courage before chaos blooms We can’t fix a broken system with broken tools We need to start this thing from scratch with the golden rule VERSE 4 This is not my profession, this is necessary This is my contribution to what’s legendary That’ll be achieve when this system gets buried And each and every one of us can live a very very Abundant lifestyle full of smiles and being merry Or running around in fields with baskets collecting berries Or whatever we wanna do to fill the very many Dreams that you can add to your itinerary No laws, no boss, no secretaries No wars, no killings, no adversaries From where we stand now it might seem revolutionary And they’ll convince that this world is just imaginary But take the time to feel it even if it’s momentary Everything’s an idea before it’s ordinary And people please believe that we deserve the sanctuary Of peace love and happiness even if temporary This is not my profession, this is Blee baby….
