Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sam , by - O.C.. Song from the album Same Moon Same Sun, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 11.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sam |
| Yeah, everyday I see the old man |
| On the block with some Night Train in his hand |
| His name is Sam |
| I’m sure back in the days he had plans |
| Like any other person who choose to dream |
| He got that, seventies lean |
| And though he’s an acoholic he stays clean |
| Neighborhood niggas we look out |
| Especially, during summer time when we cook out |
| Brown bag from the liquor store so he can sip on |
| I never tell him get lost |
| Treat the elders with respect when you come across |
| Never judge a book by the damage that you see on the cover |
| On the outside, 'cos inside explains a mans outline |
| Relationship’s about ties |
| True bond not true lies |
| So me and old dude talk, one on one |
| He drop jewels while I listen |
| Came a time he said «survival is a black mans mission» |
| Took an account on his life |
| Who he became was his decision |
| Saying long ago he was a rich nigga |
| Prominent in circles |
| That dealt with honor and virtue |
| By his name alone he could refer you |
| That’s what he said so imma take his word as a man |
| Nodding my head 'cos |
| I’m convinced of what he saying are confessions |
| Or call them life lessons |
| Winter time it’s cold |
| I see Sam standing in front of the store |
| Scarf around his neck it’s 40 below |
| I pull up «Wut up old man» |
| «Yo what you doing out here»? |
| It’s freezing, seeing the cold as he breathing |
| «Yo hop in, take a ride with me» |
| Knowing he trust and confide in me |
| We dip off… |
| All previous conversations |
| End up a continuation from the last one |
| Either about life or something funny |
| Either or at the end of it all |
| I end up passing him some money |
| Which is cool on my part helping another man out |
| But the paper’s not what it’s about |
| See I was taught about perception |
| Some hide behind their wealth |
| And never have an understanding of self |
| Bet every dollar that they all alone |
| Worse than so with no place to lay their head at times |
| So lifes stress I just set aside |
| Life’s about balance like rotating four set of tires |
| Sam made it clear for me to recognise |
| Really we’re not that different |
| Though we lead two separate lives |
| It’s things in common that coincide |