Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who Do You Love, artist - Blueprint. Album song Adventures In Counter-Culture, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.04.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Who Do You Love |
They used to look down on him just cause he was short |
But despite his height he could still throw it down with force |
So if he had a first love it was probably sports |
Before divorced his old man would take him to the courts |
It made him smile just to spend time with his dad |
But after a little while the basketball was all he had |
They use do call him fag, they neighborhood drama bad |
He’d be out hooping late, shooting j’s till his mama mad |
He made it look easy, seemed like every shot was hit |
But he can’t enjoy cause he’d wonder where his papa’s at |
A lot of tears five years since he saw him last |
But even then he’s still picturing him smiling from the stands |
Can’t concentrate, grades start dropping fast |
Can’t pass his whole attitude is fuck a class |
It’s obvious he’s got too much time on his hands |
Fighting in the schoolyard going hard throwing hands |
The other guy didn’t have a chance |
One big blow took him out and put him on his ass |
He walked home not surprised that he won again |
Didn’t know the paramedics came with the ambulance |
So when the cops rolled up he didn’t understand |
Why a little scrap had 'em putting cuffs on his hands |
The reason he was treated like a wanted man |
Is 'cause the kid he knocked out never woke up again |
Offered scholarships, every college hollering |
They all wanted him but all he wanted was his father back |
Now he’s locked up and he never gonna ball again |
Lost everything over something he would never have |
Who do you love? |
Just let me know |
Tell me how much |
How far you would go |
And there he goes again, yelling at the front door |
«It's four o’clock in the morning, what you want boy?» |
Grown kid locked out of his own crib |
Cause the life he chose to live is making mom so sick |
He crushed her, just a youngster |
When she first discovered he sold drugs to make the bucks work |
Years of tears, fear of the police |
It was relief when the kid became a tweak |
She ran through the standard phases |
The guilt, the anger, all the cracks in the pavement |
She didn’t have any time to raise him |
And the boy just turned twenty-nine — a basehead |
On the porch, sleeping on the floor |
Sometimes you forget why you carrying a torch |
Already stretched past what she can afford |
That ain’t your baby boy anymore it’s just a corpse |
Hold on for your life and don’t let go |
Even though it’s going nowhere you won’t let go |
It’s suffocating, trying to breathe but you won’t let go |
'Cause you know how much you love it this is how you show |
It’s begging and pleading, please let go |
'Cause if you keep me trapped in a box then I can’t grow |
You understand the necessity cause you been there befo' |
And that’s exactly why deep in your heart you can’t let go |
You’d rather live for today then die for tomorrow |
C’mon, loosen your grip and just let go |
Your reality is paper thin so if you let go |
You’ll realize no escaping when the machine gets broke |
Just let go, swan dive off the cliff and just let go |
If you want what you’re holding to live you gotta let go |
A freedom only you can give but you won’t let go |
How can someone that talks so fast walk so slow |
Gave up your rib now emotion you borrow |
Scared to live but not to inflict sorrow |
You think you’d be alone again if you just let go |
'Cause that’s what happened the last time you just let go |
You watch it crumble before your eyes, this finds you depressed |
But not surprised cause in your mind you can’t let go |
And as it slowly dies you realize that each tear you cry |
Wouldn’t be a lie if you’d had just let go |