Palaces Lupe Fiasco

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