[Lyric] YES (Y*O*U*N*G*M*A*N + Celestaphone)

YES / CRAWL
041921
The good bad and the ugly
Hood grad will still study
Stood sad in the sudsy
Froth from rain up above me
But when hounded by stressin
Find me countin my blessin
Good health, sound mind for now
Compound investment
Slow progress boasts more bags
Than drags of strong cess
God bless my young nephs
And nieces
Once blew my stack often
Long term effect’s napalm
Extra energy use now to stay calm
Thought every stray pro(ble)m
(Could be) solved by a great song
But it’s all in your hands (like a) face palm
Trunk got blown to the side when it caught wind
So branches grow wide to find sun thеy not in
Fresh starts for stressed hеarts aren’t some kinda hot trend
I know now why I mourn when a bad times brought to an end
All the things coulda been, maybe come next
Or the versions of them. In updated context
Arms too short to box w god But I got daddy long legs

Step over traps in single bound
If it’s not new, can’t bring me down
Know thyself
It takes awhile
I can control words
I Can’t fake a smile
I can strive for greatness
But we all need help
To arrive at basics
Lead, sleep and eat well

CHORUS
Yes yes yall
Si
Assaloolee
Yessiree
Um yup thumbs up
Me oui
V2
Lotta whipper
Snappers look fer
Father figgers
At ends of cigger-
Ettes and in bottles a liquor
Cuz the ones givin em game
Were driven insane
By livin the same
Every day
Punching walls til
Their fist hurts
But they think skippin complaining
Gives em power of wizards
But simple and plain powers come from listenin to whispers
When I take a stab at
Breakin a habit
I push my limits
Im both agent and lab rat
What’s ingrained and what isn’t
Depends on my prison
Imagined or real
Bishop’s power depends on position
Worth three in theory’ll Be 7
If free in the middle
Or None pinned in
The back row, unpack that
I’m not big on diplomacy
Unless you skip home with me
Flip out listening to records
And rip poems to beats

But that don’t mean I’m gonna look down on you
Just let me live and give sound to truth

CHORUS
Yes yes yall
Si
Assaloolee
Yessiree
Um yup thumbs up
Me oui

041121
V3
Sometimes when i f up
I feel like a heel
So i look up at sky
And create from sheer will
Fierce skill to transmute
Fear and doubt to raw rhymes
Is cousin to inspiration
But on-hand at all times
If i dint get it here
I still got it there
Maybe both next time
On the road to repair
If you werent lonely
Youd not make art to be loved
But hey theres worse habits
Of heart to speak of
Bottom line: stand tall
No matter what
Go getters fall all’a time
Dust off busted butts
And powder our nuts

CHORUS
Yes yes yall
Si
Assaloolee
Yessiree
Um yup thumbs up
Me oui