Pursuit of Ideals

Chipmunk Soul, Conscious Hip Hop, Midwest Hip Hop

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[intro]

[chipmunk soul sped-up pitched-up vocal sampling]
(Keep on reaching for the higher ground)
(Don't let 'em pull you down...)

(Searching for the light I haven't found)
(Turn my life around...)
[spoken] "Yeah..."

[rap verse]
I remember back in '88, rocking Velcro shoes, chasing dreams across the asphalt,
Watching pops struggle with the bills, but never let pressure be his fault.
Mama kept Bible on the table and dinner warm, even when heat's flickering,
Learning a home's built on sacrifice and love, not just petty bickering.
Had posters on the wall of the greats, thinking one day I’d find that perfect vision,
But the neighborhood was loud, and my heart was still making a decision.
Thought an ideal was destination, where all clouds turned to gold,
Before realized the truth's something a man has gotta learn to hold.

[chorus]
[chipmunk soul sped-up pitched-up vocal sampling]
(Keep on reaching for the higher ground)
(Don't let 'em pull you down...)
[spoken] "Yeah, we chasing it... stand up."

(Searching for the light I haven't found)
(Turn my life around...)
[spoken] "It’s the pursuit, y’all..."

[rap verse]
Now I’m reading Fanon and Baldwin, trying to heal the trauma left behind,
Seeing friends lose to the hustle, while I’m just trying to keep a steady mind.
My parents had their demons, but they gave me the compass for storm,
Taught me that an ideal is the way you keep your spirit warm.
I’m influenced by the struggle and poetry of those who paved the way,
But the future's a blurry picture, I’m just painting colors in the gray.
Is it paycheck or purpose? Still asking questions to the man in the glass,
Learning the only way to catch a dream is letting all hollow ego pass.

[chorus]
[chipmunk soul sped-up pitched-up vocal sampling]
(Keep on reaching for the higher ground)
(Don't let 'em pull you down...)
[spoken] "Yeah, we chasing it... talk to 'em."

(Searching for the light I haven't found)
(Turn my life around...)
[spoken] "It’s the pursuit, y’all... yeah."

[rap verse]
Stepped into the booth with notebook full of prayers and pocket full of doubt,
Trying to map the route to a better world, 'cause that’s what life's about.
A long road to the podium, and the pavement's a jagged teacher,
I’m a student of the hustle, a poet of the corner and a reluctant preacher.
My ideals used to look like comic books, heroes in capes with no flaws in design,
Now I see beauty in cracked concrete and the way broken people shine.
They told me the only way to exit, but I stayed true to the sound,
'Cause you can’t build a tower to heavens if your feet ain't touching ground.
Chasing the uncertainty and the "what if it all works out,"
Turning my memories into the healing that people talk about.
So if you see me staring at horizon, don't think I’m lost in a daydream,
Calculating distance between who I am and who I’m destined to be, it seems.
Shout out to elders who held it down, even when the world tried to break their back,
I’m taking all their wisdom stories and putting 'em on the track.
The pursuit of ideals is about the dirt under your fingernails,
Belief that the ship's gonna move, even when there’s no wind in the sails.
Finding what "Ideal" is the courage to be honest when truth's looking ugly,
And knowing that the universe is wide, but all the love still fits me snugly.

[chorus]
[chipmunk soul sped-up pitched-up vocal sampling]
(Keep on reaching for the higher ground)
(Don't let 'em pull you down...)
[spoken] "It’s a process, man... we just growing."

(Searching for the light I haven't found)
(Turn my life around...)
[spoken] "It’s the pursuit of ideals, we chasing..."

[chipmunk soul sped-up pitched-up vocal sampling]
(I’m gonna find my way... eventually)
(I’m gonna find my way... eventually)
(I’m gonna find my way... eventually)
(I’m gonna find my way...) yeah...

[outro]

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[intro] [chipmunk soul sped-up pitched-up vocal sampling] (Keep on reaching for the higher ground) (Don't let 'em pull you down...) (Searching for the light I haven't found) (Turn my life around...) [spoken] "Yeah..." [rap verse] I remember back in '88, rocking Velcro shoes, chasing dreams across the asphalt, Watching pops struggle with the bills, but never let pressure be his fault. Mama kept Bible on the table and dinner warm, even when heat's flickering, Learning a home's built on sacrifice and love, not just petty bickering. Had posters on the wall of the greats, thinking one day I’d find that perfect vision, But the neighborhood was loud, and my heart was still making a decision. Thought an ideal was destination, where all clouds turned to gold, Before realized the truth's something a man has gotta learn to hold. [chorus] [chipmunk soul sped-up pitched-up vocal sampling] (Keep on reaching for the higher ground) (Don't let 'em pull you down...) [spoken] "Yeah, we chasing it... stand up." (Searching for the light I haven't found) (Turn my life around...) [spoken] "It’s the pursuit, y’all..." [rap verse] Now I’m reading Fanon and Baldwin, trying to heal the trauma left behind, Seeing friends lose to the hustle, while I’m just trying to keep a steady mind. My parents had their demons, but they gave me the compass for storm, Taught me that an ideal is the way you keep your spirit warm. I’m influenced by the struggle and poetry of those who paved the way, But the future's a blurry picture, I’m just painting colors in the gray. Is it paycheck or purpose? Still asking questions to the man in the glass, Learning the only way to catch a dream is letting all hollow ego pass. [chorus] [chipmunk soul sped-up pitched-up vocal sampling] (Keep on reaching for the higher ground) (Don't let 'em pull you down...) [spoken] "Yeah, we chasing it... talk to 'em." (Searching for the light I haven't found) (Turn my life around...) [spoken] "It’s the pursuit, y’all... yeah." [rap verse] Stepped into the booth with notebook full of prayers and pocket full of doubt, Trying to map the route to a better world, 'cause that’s what life's about. A long road to the podium, and the pavement's a jagged teacher, I’m a student of the hustle, a poet of the corner and a reluctant preacher. My ideals used to look like comic books, heroes in capes with no flaws in design, Now I see beauty in cracked concrete and the way broken people shine. They told me the only way to exit, but I stayed true to the sound, 'Cause you can’t build a tower to heavens if your feet ain't touching ground. Chasing the uncertainty and the "what if it all works out," Turning my memories into the healing that people talk about. So if you see me staring at horizon, don't think I’m lost in a daydream, Calculating distance between who I am and who I’m destined to be, it seems. Shout out to elders who held it down, even when the world tried to break their back, I’m taking all their wisdom stories and putting 'em on the track. The pursuit of ideals is about the dirt under your fingernails, Belief that the ship's gonna move, even when there’s no wind in the sails. Finding what "Ideal" is the courage to be honest when truth's looking ugly, And knowing that the universe is wide, but all the love still fits me snugly. [chorus] [chipmunk soul sped-up pitched-up vocal sampling] (Keep on reaching for the higher ground) (Don't let 'em pull you down...) [spoken] "It’s a process, man... we just growing." (Searching for the light I haven't found) (Turn my life around...) [spoken] "It’s the pursuit of ideals, we chasing..." [chipmunk soul sped-up pitched-up vocal sampling] (I’m gonna find my way... eventually) (I’m gonna find my way... eventually) (I’m gonna find my way... eventually) (I’m gonna find my way...) yeah... [outro]

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