Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Made It, artist - CANON.
Date of issue: 11.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Made It |
I done been through so much in my life |
I be thinking I don’t want to go no more |
I’ve done battled depression |
Was holding a weapon |
Crying on the phone, oh lord |
I was sitting in the parking lot |
I’m going crazy damn I don’t know no more |
380, my pocket had a lil rocket launcher, my soul was at war |
Swear to god, I thought I might give up |
Should I pull the trigger I’m so lit up |
Feeling so much pain I couldn’t get up |
I drank so much liquor I couldn’t sit up |
Throwing up bottle, yeah I spit up |
I called god I felt he wouldn’t pick up |
I told doc he told me let’s get up |
I had demons I had to get rid of |
Got me looking over my ledge, yeah |
45 he was all in my head, yeah |
Black life I’m walking on edge, yeah |
Got wifey walking on eggs shells |
I done thought about it in the end I wasn’t gone make it take me to the maker |
Kidneys stones had me popping Percocet I never thought that I would take em |
dang, but yeah, I made it |
I felt the pressure but I really made it |
Now I’m strong as a diamond they see that I’m changing |
My heart it was heavy they said I would cave in |
But while I’m still here, though shaken |
You can tell them all I made it |
Tell them all I made it, yeah |
Tell them all I made it, yeah |
Tell them all I made it, yeah |
Yeah, I made it |
I couldn’t help it I was feeling attacked |
Lost faith walked away I was mad |
Funny I wolf them I’d put on this mask and hide how I really |
Feel for the bag |
But lord knows |
I was walking with anger |
Suicidal plus I carried the stainless |
I hate the art of politics how they paint us |
Cuz being black in America dangerous |
My mental health I couldn’t play with it |
Stressed all night then all day in it |
I had the blicky I stayed with it |
Forget a hashtag with my name it |
Police is bound to get a way with it |
They a shoot to kill with no age limit |
Target any nigga with some braids in him |
Lord knows my heart was |
Tired of fighting |
Got tired of working white |
Race relationships problems |
Please, Covid 19, got a tight squeeze like Eric Garner |
When my cousin died it wasn’t no mo talking |
Rolled it up and just kept on coughing |
Struggle stepping but I kept n walking |
Drove me crazy |
Tryna keep above water tell me how to float I feel like job |
Cousin in the hospital dying from a (cough cough) cold |
My brotha got his head shot with sumthin', got em low he feel like job |
I got suicide on the mind don’t let me find a rope I feel like, woah |
I swear my mind felt so lost yeah |
I swear my heart felt so hard yeah |
They see me down but I ain’t lost, yeah |
though god I need you and I’m still here… |
You can tell them all I made it |
Tell them all I made it, yeah |
Tell them all I made it, yeah |
Tell them all I made it, yeah |
Yeah, I made it… |