Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song World on My Shoulders , by - Deniro Farrar. Release date: 17.06.2015
Song language: English
World on My Shoulders |
| World on my shoulders |
| Heart getting colder, sons getting older |
| Gotta raise 'em to be soldiers |
| Teach 'em morals and values |
| Keep your pistol for these vultures |
| Cause everyday you close |
| And I got the world on my shoulders |
| Heart getting colder, sons getting older |
| Gotta raise 'em to be soldiers |
| Teach 'em morals and values |
| Keep your pistol for these vultures |
| Cause everyday you closer |
| Name a crime and I done done it |
| Trying to get some money, cause it wasn’t coming |
| Fast, shit I was hungry |
| Tired of being bummy, and treated like a dummy |
| How the fuck you got my back nigga, If you always frontin'? |
| Told my sons if they gon' do it, then do it like you love it |
| Say a prayer for my auntie cause she still get beat by her husband |
| Family don’t mean shit to me, unless they about my cousin |
| And if we control our destiny, well I guess I had that coming |
| And school was never for me, cause they ain’t wanna teach me |
| Got passed with failing grades cause they ain’t think I was gon' be |
| Who I am today, I did this shit with no degree |
| They destroyed our community and the violence be unity |
| And the felonies they ruined me, nigga this ain’t make believe |
| Got corrupted by TV to worship all this vanity |
| Selling dope to all my people, fucking with my sanity |
| Fighting with these demons and I swear they be commanding me |
| Gotta take control cause I know its a better man than me |
| Nigga be yourself cause that gangsta shit ain’t impressing me |
| Prison or an early grave, there wasn’t much left for me |
| I managed to stay out they way, I figured out the recipe |
| I only talk to bosses so you workers stop addressing me |
| Made it out the hood without no phony niggas next to me |
| Winded by my problems, all these bill collectors stressing me |
| But I still got my crib doe, somehow the Lord keep blessing me |
| Chopper need bullets, sons need pampers |
| Niggas got so many questions but they rarely find the answers |
| Chopper need bullets, sons need pampers |
| Niggas got so many questions but they rarely find the answers |