| I remember thinkin'
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| we just gotta make a change
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| somethin' little different from the same lame monday bus lane
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| mama had money for some drink
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| no amount of dollas could amount to all the drama that we sustained
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| and daddy was nonexistent
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| created an imaginary place that I can happily exist in
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| the new nigga she was with was as hollow as a sea shell
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| didn’t even follow with a (?) hell
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| if he was really was (?)
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| that would mean that I put my hands on a female
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| the reason many nights
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| I didn’t sleep well
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| butcher knife under the pillow
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| and if she yell
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| I’m coming at this bully with everything that I got
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| nosy neighbors too black to call the cops
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| piss stains on the bed
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| ring worms on my head from the mattresses we flipped
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| aw
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| really wanted to escape so I dreamed of a place I could go cus it’s really all
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| I had
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| Mama got a little raise now we can save
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| it was coo, it was all glad
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| every silver lining has a black cloud
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| I could see it (?)
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| it’s smoke we’re breathing, breathing
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| every corner street light got shot out |
| woke up from our sleeping
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| let the darkness seep in, seep in
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| I faded awful (?)
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| something came over me
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| moved to victorville where the breeze carried every tumble weed
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| everything all good
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| moved away from the costant struggle and the pain of the hood
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| that’s when I smiled the best
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| like, «nigga, you wouldn’t believe my house got spiral steps.»
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| the bullshit ain’t in society, yet
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| brain still full of problem in this bitch
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| and we dying of stress
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| something told me that the game don’t change
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| went from stacking up checks to the same ol' same ol' same
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| man, everything started changin'
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| white peeps moved in, light speeds so the games couldn’t place em
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| I was confused said fuck all the rules
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| started skipping out on school and hanging with the goons
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| but I ain’t really like that life
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| they was (?) down in the ground
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| I had my mind on heights
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| they said nigga was a weirdo
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| couldn’t see how I had my vision so clear, though
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| spendin' whole lotta years feeling hella lonely
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| I’m thankin all the hard times cus they really showed me |
| (yea)
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| no matter how much hell, not a damn thing changed 'less I change myself
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| I ain’t asking for nobody help
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| gotta leave my fears with that empty bottle on the shelf
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| every silver lining has a black cloud
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| I could see it soothing
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| it’s smoke we’re breathing, breathing
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| every corner street light got shot out
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| woke us from our sleeping
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| let the darkness seep in, seep in |