Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Solace, artist - Melanin 9. Date of issue: 16.11.2017
Song language: English
Solace |
| All the hope she had was in her purse |
| Half Spanish grandma used to drag us to the church |
| I had a small anaemic frame behind a massive shirt |
| Bagging dirt swiping off the ashes off of Matthews verse |
| Staring at the tabernacle with a passive hurt |
| Held my cousins pain from the cancer wish I had it first |
| Studying through books trying to heal his chakra earth |
| Held him for 7 years and cried when they dragged his hearse |
| Facing a couple years for bagging with a strap to burst |
| Lying to my nan about my grades starting wrapping work |
| Wanted to leave though lusting kicks and tops from Moschino fucking Guyanese |
| hoes hard-headed breed from the scars I conceived |
| Never knew my mum heard her pops was part creole |
| Kind of felt deceived though learnt the hard realities of life |
| Getting boxed up by my older brother taught me how to fight |
| Faded pictures in my navy suede Kickers with the stripes |
| Swinging arms with eight niggas on estate (?) |
| Scribbling signs on ice packaged on blueberry plastics |
| I’m back with bad grades when Ms Nash placed the asterisk |
| For bad kids. |
| My cousin’s dad was driven off insane |
| Around the same time Ky caught a bullet from Jermaine |
| What do you believe in heaven or hell? |
| We don’t believe in heaven 'cos we’re living in hell |
| We don’t believe in heaven 'cos we’re living in hell |
| We don’t believe in heaven 'cos we’re living in hell |
| What do you believe in heaven or hell? |
| We don’t believe in heaven 'cos we’re living in hell |
| We don’t believe in heaven 'cos we’re flipping on hell |
| We don’t believe in heaven 'cos we’re living in |
| Born in this rage of aggression, with your grandmamas eyes |
| Watching your daddy’s affliction, between the facets of life Weaved from the |
| fabric of lessons, being programmed to lie |
| Built-up my passive aggression, I be fighting and stressing |
| The conflicted depressing, tryna raise you like an empress |
| With a pivotal preference and use wisdom from the walls read From inner |
| perceptions, disposition from a force-fed |
| Submissive acceptance. |
| Thoughts of knowing that you |
| Cried to sleep leaves me depressed and I’m sorry for the drama |
| For the all the shit I did I guess the separation’s Karma |
| Hoping you’d never catch my trace of my ego aided sagas |
| Or inherit hate this world paints for baby fathers |
| You’re ageing faster certain things that you can sense |
| From keys jingle in the hallways coming home you grab my leg |
| I kiss your head you talk of missing me and wish I never left |
| As a universe, I stare at my existence in the flesh |
| What do you believe in heaven or hell? |
| We don’t believe in heaven 'cos we’re living in hell |
| We don’t believe in heaven 'cos we’re living in hell |
| We don’t believe in heaven 'cos we’re living in hell |
| What do you believe in heaven or hell? |
| We don’t believe in heaven 'cos we’re living in hell |
| We don’t believe in heaven 'cos we’re flipping on hell |
| We don’t believe in heaven 'cos we’re living in hell |