He never knew his father, the only home he had was the block Crack in the sock, just a rebel with a hand full of rocks Cadillac on D's like Pamela Anderson's top Had to have a night to fill a void from not having a pops See, his old man was a dope head, never had J's, just PRO-Keds Mother worked all kind of jobs, broke her back tryna provide But the local smack dealers outside who he idolized When they bang, the disciple signs light up the night like fireflies He wanna be them, so he gotta be in, anything to numb the pain Only 12, serving fiends, soaking in the pouring rain
And I hope that we can face this together Any city, every weather In the line and in the pouring rain, in the pouring rain, oh And I hope that we can face this together Any city, every weather In the line and in the pouring rain, in the pouring rain, oh
He never knew his son, how to be a man and teach it to his son He ain't have a father, that shit come back like karma He ain't have a job or income tax, he barely knew his mama She was 16 when her water broke Tryna get a start of coke, not start a family He never had a plan or a plan B He was sent overseas to fight Afghani's And came home addicted to the candy How could you champion a child When you trampled to the ground? Gotta have it, you can't navigate around with a GPS He seen a shorty standing at the CVS He knew he had work, he seen it in his eye like CBS He walked up to him, shorty said, "What you want?" That's when he realized he was buying crack from his own son
And I hope that we can face this together Any city, every weather In the line and in the pouring rain, in the pouring rain, oh And I hope that we can face this together Any city, every weather In the line and in the pouring rain, in the pouring rain, ohTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
