Symphony No. 40, by Mari World

Symphony No. 40

by Mari World

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1.	Mvt. I 01:28	lyrics
So you tryna tell me I can't pursue the kingdom and the fortune Already we can't afford shit Fuck a mortgage let's just pour shit See I'm 23 plus t years a slave With these college loans And ain't nothing changed the fact That I'm a nigga even away from home I'm tired of being a villain While you making a killing off of our shit I want some of my shit Instead of seeing my fellow niggas Coming at me to pop his Pistol nigga stop it We all tryna profit I know your eyes is on the prize But your aim is kinda off it Dollar bill, dollar dollar bill If my niggas don't kill me Then I pray the dollar will It's get rich or die trying Better have my coffin built Cause if I'm broke at 33 I just might not decide to live Praying for the hitters Praying for the dealers Cops like can I get a witness But bitch it ain't no snitching Cause I'm tryna get us home free Not killed by the police Heaven got a ghetto So I'm telling all my homies I'll ball with ya So we all ball bigger And if you fall hard Imma fall hard with ya Man I swear I'll die for niggas When the gates of heaven open Imma fly with my niggas oh
2.	Mvt. II 02:55	lyrics
To my niggas that be living it up To my bitches that be giving it up And you know that we get wavey With the drink in the cup Let's get it on with Marvin Gaye in the cut Is you with it or what Uh, Stomach on E Drink at crib and this one on me Never let a nigga try to stunt on me Get fresh and run up you get done on heat Nowadays doing shows but ain't filling it up I’m guessing that the folks cannot feel it enough Sum up my losses and divy it up Damn right muhfucka I ain’t giving it up Cause he who last all life can Speak on truth and light I’m in my wrongs I’m in my rights I’m in my zone when we in the night Got a blunt and a bottle and A lot on my mind Cause my money in a bind I been thinking bout crime But been thinking bout time Because they don't erase it nigga Went to college and fucked up A waste of nigga Incarcerate and erase his figures Now ya black ass gotta face it nigga Cause we be the color that boost up they dollars Cause they love when they can enslave a nigga Vibing and bumping the truth Tell me would I rather be in the club or the booth In the burbs with the plug or the hood in a suit I’m a poor rich nigga with a dream to pursue So don't be offended I'm tryna win it Therefore I am not fucking with you Society’s menace I’m bout my business Bitch I got money to lose And it be like nigga save me Get yo ass back to the hood because Brenda is having a baby Harlem is where you reside, but Chicago is where we made ya Nigga just do me a favor Nigga go put in that labor Go stack your paper Just make sure when you start eating Save a lil plate for your neighbor Filling my stomach with octane Nigga from the Windy be spittin that hot flames Fuck lyricals I want the residuals Wondering how to stay spiritual It's mind over matter But when the physical's critical I be looking for a miracle dollar Cause when I get old I might be broke and jobless Got a handle on my life like Allen Iverson Cause when I ask a question I just get silence, no answer
3.	Mvt. III 01:36	lyrics
You know the more we pray The more we get paid And in order to look blessed and shit We gotta stay fresh and shit See our ancestors had one good 'fit For Sunday service In the hood we do our worship And recite ghetto bible verses like Pray to the lord For the diamonds and the gold Even though I'm broke Must keep shining on these hoes Give our problems to the lord and pray that he fix it Before the morning comes But if you really wanna know the truth Just know that I hold my head up high I'm feeling hella fly But you can't tell if I Feel hella free I wonder if God rocked designer And if Moses had Jordans When he walked through that water Did they sip on a 40 When it rained like 40 day 40 nights Celebrating to a new life Dreaming of the day this is true life And that's exactly why I I hold my head up high I'm feeling hella fly But you can't tell if I Feel hella free I'm fresh to death nigga Fresh to the death Yea my swag so aged Drip drop drop But don't mess up my wave Some got it made born paid Parents money saved But a nigga gotta fake paid till I make it Oh! Hallelujah For that moolah for that moolah For that moolah Oh! Hallelujah Oh! for that moolah
4.	Mvt. IV 01:17	lyrics
Where I'm from you either dead or in hell I wonder if niggas feel that they live better in jail If I was locked up It's prolly cause I picked a Glock up And lit block the up Cause my fellow nigga tried to hit up my pockets Right when I was down to my last dollar He was down to his last hollow We was one solution away From the last of our problems How the fuck we gon solve em We got more shit going on In the head than Dennis Rodman I'm Black, broke, educated and paranoid What's on my mind only Allah and the devil know it We treat our guns like chances shit we gotta blow it That's how it goes in Southside Illinois Well well well It's the same up in Harlem kid Everybody still asking where the fucking dollar is Pop a pill of truth homie and swallow it We all Gods and Goddesses I understand the time and how hard it is But fuck popping guns let's pop a bottle shit

about

During the summer of 2015, I fasted during the month of Ramadan to stand in solidarity with the Muslim community. The experience allowed me to reconnect with God and my spiritual self. Summer in NYC is probably the craziest time to fast because there's so much temptation around and so many opportunities to break the fast.

During my fast, I decided to compose and arrange a symphony as a way to document my experience and express the thoughts and feelings that surfaced as it related my personal life and the world around me.

Blending elements of Jazz, Gospel, Trap and Classical music, I created a cohesive, introspective piece along with a few close friends (Jonathan Dely on trumpet, Daniel Schwartz on keys and guitar, Nathan Saffold on keys) who agreed to also fast while working on this piece.

Enjoy Symphony No. 40.

credits

released December 18, 2015

Written and produced by Mari World

Trumpet: Jonathan Dely
Keys/Guitar: Daniel Schwartz
Keys: Nathan Saffold

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Mari World

Influenced by vocalists such as D'Angelo, Erykah Badu, and André 3000 and versatile artist-producers like Kanye West and Pharrell Williams, Chicago-born artist Mari is known for his “lyrically rich raps, melodic choruses, and spacey, soulful instrumentals” and rounds his sound with soul and funk elements. ... more