Tree Of Life

[Chorus: Logic]
I read this thing from Atmosphere the other day
Spoke about music we love and music we hate
I don't know why but I can relate to this

[Verse 1: Logic]
Rap, bitches, money, cars only take you but so far
I can guarantee you that shit don't make up a super star
Time place, all good, whiling out like you should
Let your fingers do the talking In person I wish you would
God damn thats my jam
Let me get it like this my man
Even though no body don't understand
Like, like, like, like
Hold up, whats the hold up
You like what you like
She like what he like
He like what they like
They all hate what they like
And you like fuck 'em all
So much division my vision is faded
We all from the same tree but you leaves degraded
Judging the different branches music that elevated
Doesn't mean its further from the roots you should hate it
Theres a time and place for everything created
Damn, see in the end we all fam'
But in the end all that really matters is that I know who I am

[Chorus: Logic] (2x)
I read this thing from Atmosphere the other day
Spoke about music we love and music we hate
I don't know why but I can relate to this

[Verse 2: Slug]
Nobody gotta' agree with me
I am just being me
I keep breathing my speech
You be comfortable
If we never get to speak about it
You'd rather hit your hammer
Just leave without it
We got a lot of life for storm with more shine
Than that lamp keeps your food warm
And the truth is un-disputable, its beautiful
It should be considered the usual
So I ain't judging you for loving it so hard
But you disregard that we all got old scars
My skin looks like bark
They used to do it out in the park
Pretend to defend or neglect to protect
Depends the rain reflects, connection
With all the blood invested
You would think its the love that made impressions

[Chorus: Logic] (2x)
I read this thing from Atmosphere the other day
Spoke about music we love and music we hate
I don't know why but I can relate to this

[Verse 3: Killer Mike]
My muse is a musician
We be dipping in money
And count a hundred
I suggest you
Cause if you
We get
Sunday morning getting higher
Mass choir
Reefer to the sounds of
Out the speaker
God has brought together
I swear I ain't
Now what the fuck is up

[Chorus: Logic] (2x)
I read this thing from Atmosphere the other day
Spoke about music we love and music we hate
I don't know why but I can relate to this