It's been a minute since I talked to god Wondering how imma beat these odds Why let depression put a lock on life When I know faith is the key to survive It's been crazy in my mama side But it's the same thing on my father side And lord knows that took a piece of mind And these days peace is way too hard to find
Oh I, Gotta keep on grindin I gotta keep on grindin Gotta keep on climb- I gotta keep on climbing Sometimes I laugh, just to keep from crying Sometimes I drank, just to ease my mind Gave out all my love, gotta resupply Hard to trust the world when niggas keep on dying I just hurt in silence I stay fighting pride Rather hurt in private, than on somebody line Oh my father fly high above the sky Oh my grandma fly high above the sky
Oh I, oh I Gotta keep on grindin I gotta keep on grindin Gotta keep on climb- I gotta keep on climbing Sometimes I laugh, just to keep from crying Sometimes I drank, just to ease my mind Gave out all my love, gotta resupply Hard to trust the world when niggas keep on dying I just hurt in silence I stay fighting pride Rather hurt in private, than on somebody line
I can feel it I can feel it I can feel it in the air oh my God In the air
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Alabama goin up I finally got my time And I ain't letting up for nobody This serious I signed my name on the dotted line And I got plans to feed everybody I'm one man I can't be on everybody time I'm one man I can't please everybody I'm one man I can't be on everybody line They calling but can't seem to get me on the line On airplane mode I'm in the sky on delta airlines I be dead tired, put the headphones on a catch a vibe, a Nigga done start writing Gotta work Gotta meet the project deadline Gotta work Next time a nigga fly it gotta be private Gotta call paw paw gotta keep my spirit right Gotta call my paw paw I swear sum ain't feeling right And he probably gonna say how I'm not living right Cuz he say I'm prophet but I got to put in the time They say Moo how you do it I just say what's on my mind Growing up how I grew up swear all a Nigga know is grind My mama worked 2 jobs but she kept the chicken fried My mama worked 2 jobs and we were barely getting by And she couldn't get us everything she want but she would try When you ask you could guess the reply Do you want this and that or the lights It's automatic it's the lights every time
Now put a finger in the sky for hard times And leave em up if you know bout them long nights I mean many nights, on that henny ice Ain't dealing that pain so your heart ain't healing right You carrying this weight now it's weighing heavy on ya mind And I know that the liquor won't heal me And I know the real niggas feel me Nobody know the real me like these walls If these walls could talk what would they say They would probably tell you my pain I been working hard I could never go Back to the old days
I can't even lie this is my gift, this is my purpose, I'm here.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.