Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Family Tree, artist - De'Wayne. Date of issue: 19.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Family Tree |
| I don’t know what my family tree is |
| Only thing connect us gotta be Jesus |
| I mean people don’t believe in Jesus |
| Niggas do even though we never seen him |
| I know it’s something bigger cause he made me |
| June 27th Monique delivered a baby to a kid named De’Wayne |
| Gave me the same name without the JR |
| She wasn’t playing no games |
| That’s no disrespect to my father in that bar |
| No matter What I heard’em say, you been a star |
| NaNa use to tell me about you |
| I don’t wanna live my life without you |
| Growing up I wanted to be just like you |
| Papa was hard, papa could fight |
| Papa fuck ya bitch all night, yea |
| Papa had respect on the corner |
| And his papa rolled with the crips in California… |
| Now when I walk past the mirror it’s starting to make a little sense to me |
| Everything I’m becoming it ain’t nothing new |
| Ain’t saying that I’m proud of it, it’s the fucking truth |
| Ever since the youth I had guidance seen violence |
| All in day when you different at school hearing whispers |
| Like is he gay? |
| what? |
| Fuck this nigga say, I throw my headphones on and forget about all the rain |
| cause… |
| My family of trees, it grows deep, inside of me |
| One time for the ones who lost they way |
| 400 years in these chains still can’t escape |
| Even the ones that we love they cannot stay |
| Afraid to help, so we pray, so we pray Lord |
| I never meant to upset you |
| Know I didn’t become everything that I promised |
| Excuse ya son for blowing his nose in this tissue |
| It’s not cause ya son got sinus problems |
| Growing up we never talked about the problems |
| How my white friends they was yelling at they mama |
| The truth at our household beneath the ground floor |
| If I felt a certain way I had to try and hide it |
| With all of us that go; |
| Nique, Harm, Dray, Nell, Lo, Day |
| Young Ken I promise it’s not a day |
| Y’all don’t cross my mind I travel via the train with my pockets |
| Just as broke as the day that I fucking came |
| I throw my headphones on, the clouds in LA |
| Gray as ever, I feel the rain |
| But it was too hard to make the phone call it felt so cathartic |
| Just writing it on the page listen |
| My family of trees, it grows deep, inside of me |
| One time for the ones who lost they way |
| 400 years in these chains still can’t escape |
| Even the ones that we love they cannot stay |
| Afraid to help, so we pray, so we pray lord |
| My family of trees, it grows deep, inside of me |
| One time for the ones who lost they way |
| 400 years in these chains still can’t escape |
| Even the ones that we love they cannot stay |
| Afraid to help, so we pray, so we pray lord |