Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Silk Crows, artist - Melanin 9.
Date of issue: 16.11.2017
Song language: English
Silk Crows |
Can’t be right that I ain’t seen you all these years |
Broken fragments of my life are put together with these tears |
Its the third time I’ve tried to talk about you in a verse |
To the girl who gave my name and put my presence on this earth |
As your son, the second scarred kid you never raised |
Cold Henny in the glass as I think about the days |
Of people saying I look like you used to piss me off |
Cos what I thought you did was spiteful but who am I to judge |
Could never understand your views and ways and why you would deceive me |
My grandma used to back you said you never had it easy |
You abandoned and deceived a bad seed a school truant |
Days of staring at the door wishing you’d walk through it |
On the cold stairwell observing life through a broken lens |
Wishing I can call you after a fight with my older friends |
Or maybe falling off my first bike, my first offence |
Shotting weed, for my growth you were all that I need |
And trust I mean no disrespect to my gran she did her best |
Probably saved me from the streets putting a hole in my chest |
She took us in clothes on our back food on the table |
The first family in the hood to have movies on cable |
I’ll never forget the fun we had cos she loved us bad |
Ducking bullets on the fuzzy screen with a strap |
I loved her for that in every struggle man she always held it down |
My pops would bring a lot of stress when he would come around |
But fuck him I know he’s the main reason why you broke down |
I heard the rumours of his abuses when he was smoked out |
I can’t lie though it came to girls he gave me good advice |
He saw my daughter more times than I’ve seen you in my life |
And that’s twisted to see your presence as an apparition |
Left me to learn from all the actions and your bad decisions |
Feels like my back is in prison trying to survive |
Hoping that my daughter sees a father when she looks in my eyes |
Hoping it makes you smile to see your son raising a child |
I feel lost like Malcolm X when he was facing a trial |
Thrown in the deep end sometimes I really feel like leaving |
This world’s deceiving I grip the stout and blow some trees in the wind |
As I think of all the things I learnt without you (without you) |
All the things I learnt without you (learnt without you) |
(yo, never doubtful) |