| Yeah
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| Somebody once told me
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| Sun always comes up after the storm
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| Another wise man said
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| Every storm runs out of rain
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| It’s been cats and dogs over here for along time
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| Man
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| It’s like music to my ears
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| It’s oozing at me
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| We been doing this years
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| Make a movie about next in line
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| Somehow I got left behind
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| Trying to make it out this game
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| But cannot find the exit sign
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| Don’t understand
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| Why these critics
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| Can’t respect my mind
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| Or respect the fact
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| I put my heart inside every line
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| I hate these rappers
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| All the words they be saying
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| They take a story they see
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| And they exaggerate it
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| I try to keep my cool
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| But its kinda agitating
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| I’m trying to make it
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| I ain’t never had an application
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| For no regular job
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| I’m just a felon at heart
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| Ask me how I’m made it
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| And I have to tell’em its hard
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| Cause I still ain’t made it
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| Every time I’m suppose to blow
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| In end up with the sliver
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| Every time I try go for gold
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| I got these problems on my heart
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| I feel like no one knows
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| I hope the lord will come and save
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| A fucking hopeless soul
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| Man we been threw so much pain
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| But the sunshine after the rain
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| Lord I try not to complain
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| Cause sunshine after the rain
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| After the rain
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| Sunshine after the rain
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| Everyday another pieces of me dies
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| And I don’t even understand why
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| I don’t understand why
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| I even wake up and i try
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| Cause you ain’t even looking threw my eyes
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| So don’t judge me
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| Order up a dozen roses
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| Set them on all on fire
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| For the girl who loved me
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| But I just pushed to the side
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| The only thing is worse then a headache
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| Is a toothache
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| Only thing worst then lost love
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| Is when its too late
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| But its a new day
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| And I missed yesterday
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| Turn on a country playlist
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| And I just let it play
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| Let the window down
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| Rolling down a lonely street
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| Thinking to myself
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| Tears rolling down my check
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| Life is a gamble
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| So I’m rolling the dice
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| I put money before
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| What’s important in life
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| So I’m in my zone
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| Like a confused little man
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| Walking around with a fucking
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| Phone glued to my hand
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| Even when I’m with my daughter
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| I’m still talking bidness
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| And I wonder why
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| She don’t wanna play or listen
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| Became a zombie
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| Can’t even have a conversation
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| Without it turning into a confrontation
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| Man we been threw so much pain
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| But the sunshine after the rain
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| Lord I try not to complain
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| Cause sunshine after the rain
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| After the rain
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| Sunshine after the rain
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| Everyday another pieces of me dies
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| And I don’t even understand why
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| I don’t understand why
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| I even wake up
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| And i try
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| Cause you ain’t even looking threw my eyes
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| So don’t judge me
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| I told stoner maybe I should do some Christian rap
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| Then I hit up Le cray
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| But he ain’t hit me back
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| So I left the studio
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| Went and hit the trap
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| Way before I spit these raps
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| I was really spitting packs
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| Some days i wish that i could move
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| And try something new
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| Maybe one day come along
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| And find someone who
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| Will love me
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| Regardless of my past
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| When i live fast
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| And not only cared about the cash
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| Living life in the dash
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| Took my daughter to the movies
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| A group of strangers came
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| Walking up
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| And talking to me
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| This must be that fame thing
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| But this is just a glimpse
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| I don’t mean to sound rude
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| But I don’t like this shit
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| But then they told me
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| That my CD was bangin
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| And they said that I encouraged them really to start changing
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| It’s funny how my mood
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| And my view could make em feel like me
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| And make me feel like you
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| Fo' real
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| You know its crazy
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| Tomorrow not promise to us
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| Shines after the rain
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| Yet were so blind to see
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| So blind to acknowledge
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| So scared to acknowledge
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| The fact to death
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| Is constant
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| Its the only thing in life were actual guarantee
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| Don’t you think you should spend a little more time
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| Dealing with the only thing you know guaranteed
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| Second chances ain’t promised baby
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| There a gift
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| Regardless what we go threw
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| Hold your head up
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| And put God first |