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Sintax the terrific - A Mantra to Breathe To
(from the album Simple Moves)
© copyright 2003

Verse 1:
Gimme a poem and I'll dream it/
A song and I'll believe it/
A mantra, son I'll be it/
Broken promise and I'll complete it/
Yo, inspire your crew to be kind before they're fresh/
Inspire yourself to behave, selfless/
Inspire your mom to buy the latest Blackalicious/
Go shopping with her friends and make your dad wash the dishes/
Inspire the mis-dressed to be chased before the Lord/
Inspire your homies to get married before they score/
Inspire not the score, inspire to make love/
Inspire the party people to find reasons not to club/
Inspire a doctor to treat the soul and not the body/
Inspire your daughter to be a woman and not a hottie/
Inspire a new hobby; learn a trade to teach your kids/
The work of your hand, yo, that's a Godly gift to give/
Inspire a cop to do justice and not his duty/
Inspire your kids to read the book before the movie/
Inspire your own movie, live a life worth sharing/
Courage is simply an average man's deeds made daring/
Inspire a house to be a home and not a hotel/
Where families shoot the breeze and hope to know each other well/
Inspire a wishing well to meet our needs and not our wants/
Inspire hard rock to keep its teeth and lose its fronts/

Inspire your foe, inspire your friend/
Inspire complete strangers, inspire your kin/
We either make this world better or we're making it worse/
So bless with your life, for whatever it's worth/

Verse 2:
Meditate fast, celebrate solitude/
Discipline your life before your life runs you/
Meditate fast, celebrate solitude/
Discipline your life before your life runs you/
I walked with God in the garden and it was good/
Not a word spoken, our feelings were understood/
I asked him to part the night sky ceiling if he could/
He laughed at my impatience, but then he said he would/
Then peel back the dark black steel trap space/
Top hat that the planet tips flat to hide her face/
Pulls a puff of cloud plume, to dimple her disgrace/
The raindrop tears of her pain we love to taste/
I'm making simple moves like a thimble full of water/
While this paper house burns I question why I even bother/
Before the earth took her frame, You knew my very name/
You loved my every hope, You mourned my every shame/
But made me just the same, and burdened every blame/
And set this firefly free to burn the brightest flame/
So hard rocks and heads, lets beat this gritty concrete/
Untie these Timbalands and wash each other's feet/
'Cause this is our mantra, a song to mow the lawn to/
Bump it in your life until the peace of God finds you/
Put a sculpture of a rapper on the cover just for laughter/
Doesn't matter if they ever catch what you're trying to capture/