Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Happy, artist - Killah Priest. Album song The Offering, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.08.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Good Hands
Song language: English
Happy |
A homeless man smiles at me showing no teeth |
A young man laying dead in the cold streets |
He was a victim beaten bad by the police |
And everyday another funeral there’s more grief |
And everyday I like to pray when I see the Sun |
And if there ever was a Lost Tribe we the one |
And every hood there’s a project with us in it |
The old man in the dust going nuts finished |
Years before they use to say «You use to own business |
Caught them on tax, I guess you’re black, you gotta know you limit» |
And everybody tried to be Happy someway |
I think of dinners in the winter on a Sunday |
And everybody’s poor but we always pull through it |
'Cause of Marvin’s influence, we always played his music |
Then I hit the streets then start hustling |
But I could see my Grandma when she dressed for Church |
Her stylish hat, white dress with the matching purse |
And I could hear her sing aloud with the choir marching in |
With the face of joy, proud 'cause her heart’s with him |
And she could live everlasting and pure peace |
No longer worried eyes, speaks to him before sleep |
And I stood by the door when she came at me |
She said, «You gotta endure and learn to be Happy» |
Stood right beside me, look deep inside me |
She has inspired me to be Happy |
My friend wrote his mother: «Mama I’m doing better now |
My last year of College, told you I wouldn’t let you down |
And how’s things around the house? |
I know you’re still fussing |
I finally heard from Ralphie said „He had a deal coming“ |
He wrote me last week; |
told me him and Dad don’t speak |
They both be acting they’re kids if you ask me |
But anyway, how come you never wrote me back? |
This is like my fourth letter to you, I was hoping that… |
You could send me something it’s getting cold winter’s coming |
I know you’re standing, laughing, saying, „I'm up or into something“ |
I love you mom sincerely yours», as the nurse pause |
From reading her his letter, body attached to a cord |
Into a breathing pump, the stroke she had was too much |
She’s in the coma, been that way for a few months |
And if her son knew believe he’ll split in two |
And go back to using drug before quitting school |
But just smile 'cause your mother’s still here |
Try to live and be proud, make a heart full of cheer |
For your mama, tranquility, she’s free |
Give your heart space and liberty and then peace |
The words are golden, emotion, devotion |
Just hush, feel the touch for a moment |
My life’s a paradox, watched by crooked cops |
But the law carries me just to be Happy |
Dedicated to my grandmother, Miss Louise Staley |
I love you Grandma! |