Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Michigan Rain, artist - Bronze Nazareth. Album song Bronzestrumentals Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.08.2009
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Michigan Rain |
I smoke more bone to embrace through my brain the pain |
But it stays consistent like 'Michigan Rain' |
I light an L and blow to maintain to the sane |
But it stays consistent like 'Michigan Rain' |
Word, I blow a haze cloud thinking about my way out |
And grey clouds got me looking up from my ways down |
I shaved thoughts and misses from grave clowns |
Throw up prayers like half poured shots, but still it rains down |
Everyday heavier, swim now or never |
On my block is shot, let up with dead ones |
Whose head hung, jailed and heads spun |
Mind on his money, got it pawned on his grandma’s best rug |
Did his best to feed his son, broke back and arms slung |
Nobodies seeing light, dog, harms overcome |
Me I’m seeing broken houses, silent war songs |
Baseheads in Hell when fiends sing the chorus long |
To the melody of felonies, no Sun in the ozone |
Running back and forth on blunts for build the cyclone |
Niggas know me for my nine hold, how my mind mould |
Time slow, page his time with sign shown |
The pain is felt to marrow of the bone |
Some cracked sidewalk where many failed to grow |
Word, I smoke a tree house tryna get my seed out |
Sky turning black, mean good weather to see now |
I bleed the blood of the shaky youth forsaking truth |
Elevate prayers with weed smoke that never come true |
It turns to sludge too, hailing like they do |
Gandhi on my own block, marijuana float like Ali |
We soak up the Sun, approach it wisely |
Money on my mind, got me signing my next mic piece |
Doing my best to proceed in dark where the grime lead |
Always see in dark, no lights shown to radiate it |
I keep on seeing if he’s reaching, eyes widely dilated |
Attempting to remember that these my people where ______ |
Heads running the bases like America Park, you see the traces |
They know I got the buckshot waiting, invading the building |
Time flies, life’s ironic like brave villains |
The pain is felt to the quarter main vein |
Same broken dreams and many always failed to obtain |