Verse 1 I only listened to one voice, defined as reckless Till I heard another utter your time is precious Never was concerned with them worldly pleasures But when I'm buried my words will be unearthed as treasures In drastic times, I'd revert to those measures Of Putting hands in the dirt to search for what's better Thirsting for cheddar like a rat in a dumpster And that gave me the hunger to rap with such thunder Was going under for a second, felt like a convicted man And struggle was my sentence but now. Bam I'm doubling my efforts, regardless of whatever Stumbles in my presence Made my entrance A cunning young apprentice and still Aint speak a speck about a gun or bout a necklace My method is run until your breathless There's nothing gained from something that's stress less
Chorus On every day we strained for this (We strained) And got to say there's been pain for this (Been pain) The life of them entertainers is (What) Aint the bliss that they claim it is (It is not) On every day we strain for this And got to say there's been pain for this Experience we gained from this We so thankful... We never came up quick
Verse 2 The race non-stop the pace, constant Wake everyday and got to face some nonsense Face the monsters, snakes to mobsters… Out there Trying to take your conscience Many working like slaves, it's bonkers And use potions to sedate cause they somber I was taught to never trade the honour, that's laid upon ya Got to train, be stronger Your brain can wonder Get side tracked, many types you gotta drive back Sly rats and the type that like to wise crack High cats smoking ice until their eyes black Got you unable to write unless your pipes packed Came the hard way, tried to fight facts And started shedding some light upon the right maps Most my youthful life, I was quite cracked Till I 360ed, dynamited at the mind traps Oh yes…
Chorus On every day we strained for this (We strained) And got to say there's been pain for this (Been pain) The life of them entertainers is (What) Aint the bliss that they claim it is (It is not) On every day we strain for this And got to say there's been pain for this Experience we gained from this We so thankful… We never came up quick
Verse 3 Might have thought I liked the stress, the fight, the test A broken silence, no overnight success Pay the toll gate mate you've arrived in the west Where affluence meets with survival at best Guess who's live upon the set All eyes upon us, man we rising them bets Raising the stakes, why they patiently wait This the hour now, they faze in the greats Was sidetracked when I came in the place So I had to pay for my major mistakes Changed my traits, realised what it takes Can't be no passenger, man I'm a pilot them planes Lived wild but now they got files on my name Even ma knows now her child's come of age So from the sunshine to the darkest of days Went from basket case to master of a trade.
Chorus On every day we strained for this (We strained) And got to say there's been pain for this (Been pain) The life of them entertainers is (What) Aint the bliss that they claim it is (It is not) On every day we strain for this And got to say there's been pain for this Experience we gained from this We so thankful… We never came up quickTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
