Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Benediction, artist - August Alsina. Album song Testimony, in the genre R&BDate of issue: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Benediction |
| Started off in the streets |
| We would take collection from the fiends |
| People dyin’all around me So I gave you my testimony |
| We were down from the beginnin' |
| When the world wasn’t listenin' |
| Now that I got your attention |
| Let us end with the benediction |
| We are gathered here today |
| Paying our respects to bein’broke, hope he’s in a better place |
| Cause life out here ain’t sweet, oh no |
| I would close my eyes to sleep but didn’t dream no more |
| So I had to make a way for my home, you know |
| Now I’m in a place where I ain’t gotta scheme no more |
| The good life, I’m done with the hood life |
| I did what I could didn’t always do what I should and I was misunderstood |
| So many nights I tried |
| To hide how I felt, I would cry inside |
| And I ran through the streets till my feet got tired |
| Cause I ain’t wanna have my shoes on them power lines |
| But I made it, and it made me I know I did wrong, I pray to God he forgave me Cause I made it, it didn't kill me So it made me stronger, I pray to God that you feel me, that you |
| feel me… |
| Our father who art in heaven |
| I pray you free me from my demons and keep me level |
| I know you kept my out of prison where I was headin' |
| When I heard someone killed my brother, one-eighty-seven |
| I hope he made it to your presence, for me he was a blessin' |
| At least I know he’s restin’and he ain’t out here stressin' |
| Tryna get to the good life, and out of this hood life |
| I pray that my step-pops lay off that crack pipe |
| So mama could sleep at night, I know it’s been hard on her |
| I was ripping through the streets, it was hard for her |
| Now I’m up in hotels on the ocean shore |
| When I was sleepin’on the floor at the corner store |
| Bottle after bottle, snatching Belaire out the bucket |
| Rightin’all my wrongs for these homies out here thuggin' |
| Pray for benediction, pretty women on my premise |
| Condo out in Cabo, screaming «GABOS"to my nemesis |
| Gold around my neck I’m ballin’for these final minutes |
| Nothing lasts forever, for these sins I seek repentance |
| Shots fired, another gone, I feel that man’s pain |
| Daddy sat me down and said: «that came with the game» |
| Shake my head, roll up the window, turnin’up the music |
| So much anger in these songs for these soldiers that we losin' |
| A mastermind is one who’s feedin’others off his talent |
| I owe it to my city but it’s time I pay my balance |
| I’m in Holyfield’s estate, I started with a pallet |
| I made my first tape, I gave that shit to Khaled |
| Thankful for my supporters, everyone that ever bought us Grateful for every lesson these by any streets taught us |