Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Survive, artist - Mistah F.A.B.. Date of issue: 12.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Survive |
| Life in the city, life in the city |
| Oakland, California, Compton, California |
| But we survive |
| Only the strongest survive |
| Life, life in the city |
| In the city and nigga’s tryna survive |
| Only the strongest survive |
| You ever been a victim of being a prisoner inside your own mind? |
| The bright lights of the street lights will make you go blind |
| Handicap your senses, you was just an apprentice of watching niggas jump fences |
| Now you in the Olympics and your hurdle was high enough to clear the tallest of |
| clothes lines |
| Talented when they closing in on your behind |
| Life of a young delinquent, even stole him a Lincoln |
| At fifteen, middle fingers walked out the precinct |
| I mean the cycle just continue |
| The vital information and fine print on the menu |
| So you’ll never read it even if a nigga lend you |
| Money out my own pocket, to make it right |
| You’ll still attend to |
| Be on them corners with stop signs and a nine |
| Cause nine times out of ten, MAC 11's cry |
| And twelve died yesterday and if anyone divides |
| The six that carried you eventually lose they lives |
| True story |
| When the night falls anything can happen |
| We just pray we make it out alive |
| We all wanna make it to the top one day |
| Success is a street only going one way |
| But we all won’t make it |
| Just try your best to survive |
| (You all wanna see a dead body?) |
| Well, follow me across the train tracks |
| Where angry and insane Blacks |
| They slang crack |
| Candles burn where they were slain at |
| And bottles get poured where they would hang at |
| Close, I give you truth in this essence |
| Dead homies added to swears when truth is in question |
| Like «Man I think he lying or he put that on someone» |
| If I known you ten years, got the right to say we cousins |
| I’m from the city of broken homes, and often I was home alone |
| And momma started smoking cause daddy was scared to smoke alone |
| Section 8 policies, Top Ramen and sunflower seeds |
| June got kill’t cause he ain’t wanna lose his Wallaby’s |
| Constant atrocities, no one is safe |
| There’s no religion that can save you, say goodbye to your faith |
| Whether you Muslim or a Christian, Baptist, Jewish or Adventist, |
| Atheist or non-religious |
| Put survival on your wishlist |
| Cuz |
| When the night falls anything can happen |
| We just pray we make it out alive |
| We all wanna make it to the top one day |
| Success is a street only going one way |
| But we all won’t make it |
| Just try your best to survive |
| You walked in the apartment and saw your father on the carpet |
| With a belt wrapped around his arm and a scarf under his armpit |
| And a needle shoved in his bicep |
| Earlier this morning you warned him |
| His addict habits are something you couldn’t digest |
| You cry saying «I just don’t wanna see you die» |
| Now you tryna dissect the fact that he hasn’t opened his eyes yet |
| You collapsed on his body and you started thinking |
| I could perform CPR, jump start his heart if it’s beating |
| But his pulse started to weaken |
| His cardio region depleting as you given him part of your breathing |
| He dead and gone and you had a bad feeling when you was heading home |
| Now it’s etched in stone, you’ve been left alone |
| So you grabbed his chrome gun, handle all pearl, aw nah girl |
| Put it to your head, thinking, fuck everybody like a call girl in a small world |
| Then pulled back but it didn’t clap |
| Damn |
| When the night falls anything can happen |
| We just pray we make it out alive |
| We all wanna make it to the top one day |
| Success is a street only going one way |
| But we all won’t make it |
| Just try your best to survive |