Lyrics Outside in - Şevin, Marcel Jackson, Sevin Duce

Outside in

If you only knew where I’ve been
Things that I’ve seen
The pain and the hurt
The losing to win
If you could walk in my shoes
To see how it feel
You would change your mind
From the outside looking in
Seven Duce.
what’s good big boss?
Blood stained verbs paint pictures on the curbs canvas
Disturbed and damaged trying to manage cuz loyalty vanished
Life a TV show every episode is manic
Out in Kansas and sorry we are not campin'
Just a bear that spilt porridge in a peeled taurus what a warrior
War he was built for it
As far as disrespect he’ll still kill for it
He’s cold hearted and inside of his chilled ???
Heart of a minister with sinister thoughts
Feelin' so broke I don’t know my soul could be bought
Dream of a queen yes but rather slide with a thot
Got a bible in the stick colder than me on the Glock
Uh, I just pray for when the sin come
Can be sole provider for my daughter’s with no income
It’s real in the field taking losses trying to win some
And there’s no peace in the streets can you send some?
If you only knew where I’ve been
Things that I’ve seen
The pain and the hurt
The losing to win
If you could walk in my shoes
To see how it feels
You would change your mind
From the outside lookin in
Yo it’s real… it’s really real
Ay ay
To the average I’m gettin cabbage and living lavish
Status like a VVS
Forged by the ave I’m too savage to let them see me stressed
Deployed to battle I travel that’s why you see me less
And if you gon' come for my saddle you better be the best
These people see the blessings they don’t see the test
How he’s depressed and he definitely needs to be refreshed
They’d rather murder me than see me blessed
Cuz they publicly broadcasting my services no PBS
'He's going deep better throw him a rubber'
I used to eat what you’d throw in the gutter
Trying to do my best to make sure that a man of God
Is what I’m showing my brother
And how a real G don’t fear nobody blowin' his cover
I keep 100 on the bottom of the weapon in fact
The drum be lookin like the chop come with a testicle sack
Niggas play with it
I stay with it
The cater can have your momma lookin' like a Raider fan
Dressed up in black
That’s why my music got a message attached
We feelin' strangulated
Look at all these gang related that’s up in Sac
The conditions in the west been known
But they don’t offer us no counseling
For post traumatic stress syndrome
Why’d he get murdered cuz he left his home
He wanted his name in lights
He gon' have to settle for 'em etched in stone
I got grown man problems makin' baby cheese
Bills comin' once a month like when my lady bleeds
A single father gotta teach my son his ABC’s
Same time I’m out here rockin' tours like they made of keys
And the madness is people always covet what my status is
Like lookin' at my lady sayin' «my girl ain’t as bad as his!»
But what they don’t see this dime I’m wit got AIDS though
And your lady came with everything you prayed for
So be grateful for her and just be faithful
And appreciate the time you’ve been given cuz you can’t make mo'
I was born in hell but I was Christ destined
Where you can get the wrong answer for the right question
I used to feel like light left him in the night section
Where you can get your life lessened due to life lessons
Take it blow it shake it throw it
You’re fake you’ll never know it til the dice restin'
My only concern was blowing up
But now it’s growing up
Cuz I could get rich and still end up failing my people
Cuz I don’t know enough
If you only knew where I’ve been
Things that I’ve seen
The pain and the hurt
The losing to win
If you could walk in my shoes
To see how it feels
You would change your mind
From the outside lookin in