Violet (The Upper Room) CunninLynguists

[Intro: Deacon]
Dearly beloved
We are gathered here today to celebrate an electric life
Under violet sky
I pray you hear our cry
Please help us protect what’s right (Amen)

[Scratches: DJ FlipFlop]
"There ain't nothin' in this world that could take your place"

[Verse 1: Natti]
Gather your thoughts, gather around
Painted arrangements mixed from a pallet of sound
A casket froze in indigo, royal and profound
Many stems like hymns once blossomed from ground
But while the reaper is king, we carry the crown
We weigh it out, dreaming, screaming or close to even
In this sense nobody's perfect, nobody is worthless
The system's imperfect, maybe we should measure in purpose
What is yours? What is mine? When do we serve it?
Being hood ain't the absence of good
Being square don't make you equal or fair, it's not an equal affair
Weak voices can't speak for a share
Speak choices with no when or a where, are you aware? I don't think so
Unless your cup runneth over and you still sip slow
Or guzzle til' nothing, complaining when you don't get mo'
See another's glass empty and you don't think poor/pour