Verse 1: Po3
All I need is a little bit of light on my face
And I ain't talking bout the type you can make
Forget a bulb and a set of walls, I'd like to escape
But yo there isn't enough time in a day
And as I'm writing this, I wonder what Derius would say
Now that he made it to the sunshine he can finally taste what it's like to be free
I'm confined to a space big enough to fit a line of displays for me To slave over leaving my eyes a bit glazed over, I mean
Within these walls is only screens and even worse I overachieve And so when I leave, I leap into a world that's full of darkness
And I ain't talking about the skin color of those who've inspired me as an artist
I mean the hearts that turned the coldest and the hardest
The corporate and the heartless who were chosen as my targets
I cock back and fire on 'em, holsters under garments
It's the quickest in the west on kids' posters in apartments
If people idolized the guys that try their best
Then I would rise as high as I have ever dreamt I'd get
Instead they deify celebrity
And I admit if they had tried to better me I likely might have quit But instead I try to find a climb that I can stretch
And barely make it to the top of, or fall and try and the climb again, shit
If I could fly, I prolly wouldn't even bother
I'd still follow in the footsteps of my father always singing "all I need"

Verse 2: Cee
What's good, Po3? Alright, yeah, all I need's a bit of light on my face
Vitamin D is what I'm lackin' today
If this Canadian winter could politely just get the fuck out my face
Maybe my skin'd be some nicer than gray
But hey, I can't complain, I'm just an immigrant in the land of the north
Struggling, when I could be home cakin', just loving it all
But the sacrifice was worth it, man the raps is getting heard and
Now the fam is steady murderin', and my life is on a path to perfect
Yeah, and all I need is like a lotta sun
A lotta cash, I lotta rum, a lotta ass, I lotta tongue
Y'all see how staying inside is messing up the kid?
Y'all think that -40 life is how we 'posed to live?
Shit, I need to dip to Mexico or California
The summer is never leaving, where the days are cool and nights are warmer
'Coz all this cold creating darkness
And my mind is like conspiring with the sky to leave a brother motherfuckin' heartless
And all I need's a little peace, just a moment to breathe
Another minute reprieve and then I'm good for the week
We as a species wasn't built for this
Slave labour with a very little payoff but they done drilled it in
So today I make a change
And here's my personal, passionate declaration of dedication to get it, mayne
My Queen and I with the water always close by
Forever following our hearts and chasing the sunshine
All I need is some sunshine, all I need is a little bit of sunshine
All I need is some sunshine, and all I need is a little bit of sunshine, yeah

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Writer(s): Arnie Roman, Jamie Floyd