Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Look at the Sky, artist - Deniro Farrar. Date of issue: 20.03.2013
Song language: English
Look at the Sky |
| Know that |
| Every morning I wake up |
| I look to the skies above and thank God for another day |
| Every night before I go to sleep |
| I look up to the stars and I pray |
| It don’t matter if you a scared nigga |
| A real nigga or the mother of a dead nigga |
| You still look to the sky when you pray |
| Know that |
| Birds chirpin', druggers lurkin', tryin' to find they crack rock |
| I’m in the kitchen helping my little niece pack up her lunch box |
| Still do or die 'round these parts so my gun cocked |
| Never know who might approach while standin' at her bus stop |
| Kiss her on the forehead, tell her make her uncle proud |
| Right after I hurt a nigga I fire up my blunt of loud |
| Now it’s time I hit the block, take my chances sellin' rock |
| I’m already fire hot, just had a run-in with the cops, yo |
| (They look at the sky) |
| Staring off into the sky, smoking kush until I’m high |
| Watching my life pass me by, I’m still tryna' figure why |
| My mama serving fast food, she work until her body tired |
| Do it all tomorrow, got too much pride to borrow |
| I’m selling drugs to my fam with no remorse or sorrow |
| Just tryin' to buy some time cause we ain’t promised tomorrow |
| My cousin’s car got repoed cause he ain’t pay his condo |
| I’m knee-deep in the dope game getting money in my cargoes |
| Reminiscent 'bout them days |
| Holding hands with my mama walking on that playground |
| Now I’m caught up in that drama |
| Just a statistic, upliftin' niggas spirits |
| I was born with the gift to paint these pictures with my lyrics |
| I’ve been diagnosed the sickest |
| With none of y’all permission |
| I used to get beat with switches |
| Now we beat niggas pretendin' |
| I’m gone off that gremlin and arms reaching my semi |
| Paranoid, schizophrenic |
| Pray to Lord ya’ll forgive me |
| Shit, I’m just a lost bird flying on the wrong path |
| My nigga with them chickens make them jump back a whole half |
| Feedin' pigeons with my niece |
| I’m tryin' to help her with her math, birds of a feather flock together |
| I’m so fucking glad |
| I turned out the way I did, without the help of my dad |
| Now I’m all alone, blowing strong in my bachelor’s pad |
| Penthouse on the top floor, I can’t see shit but these birds |
| They told me that I could fly, now my body on the curb |
| Word |
| Every night I hit my knees |
| I just pray that god turns me into a bird |
| I fly away (x2) |
| Know that |