The measure of a life

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🎵 “The Measure of a Life” 🎵

Intro (Spoken, over slow synth keys & bass)

Yeah… sometimes the coldest nights show you the realest truths.

Death Row style…

West Coast…

But this one’s for the soul.

Listen…

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Verse 1

Four in the morn’, wind cuttin’ through my bones,

Empty strip of road, feel like the world’s alone.

Shadow in the distance, just a man on his feet,

Homeless on the move, no shelter, no heat.

Streetlights flicker, woods whisper like a ghost,

Life’s cruel symphony, playin’ what it plays the most.

I said a prayer in my head, "Lord, keep him alive,"

'Cause every soul out here’s just tryna survive.

Ain’t about me, ain’t about my grind,

It’s the ties that bind, one heart to another mind.

We caretakers of each other, yeah, that’s the truth,

From the babies in the crib to the brothers in the booth.

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Hook (Sung/Spoken G-funk style)

It ain’t the years, it’s the way that you live,

It’s the love you show and the hope you give.

In the end, when they write your name in stone,

It’s the lives you touched that make you known.

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Verse 2

Got me thinkin’, is there an age we’re meant to clock out?

Or do we ride till the wheels fall and the lights go out?

Is the measure of a man ‘bout the time he spent?

Or the way he gave love without askin’ for rent?

I’ve seen killers and saints both fade in the dark,

Some lived short, still left an eternal mark.

From the corner blocks to them church house pews,

You write your own story, you choose your own news.

That sunrise hit, world startin’ to wake,

And I swore I’d give more than I’d ever take.

Life’s a thread in the fabric, everybody got a stitch,

Even the ones with no shoes, even the broke and the rich.

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Hook (Sung/Spoken G-funk style)

It ain’t the years, it’s the way that you live,

It’s the love you show and the hope you give.

In the end, when they write your name in stone,

It’s the lives you touched that make you known.

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Bridge (Breakdown)

Every face in the crowd got a story untold,

Every wrinkle, every scar worth more than gold.

When I’m gone, I don’t want ‘em countin’ my days,

I want ‘em speakin’ on my heart, and the roads I paved.

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Verse 3

Saw that man fade out, just a dot in the mist,

And I knew every breath is a moment we can’t miss.

So I’ll live like I’m runnin’ outta time each night,

Show love, hold strong, and I’ll die with it right.

West Coast skies, but the lesson’s worldwide,

From the gutter to the hills, we all got that pride.

So to every soul lost and the ones still here,

Let’s measure life by the love we engineer.

Outro (Spoken over beat fade)

Yeah… it’s the measure of a life.

Not the clock…

Not the age…

But the hearts you change.

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