Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Unspoken, artist - Phora. Date of issue: 10.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Unspoken |
| That had a voice |
| But it was just never heard |
| I speak for y’all |
| Y’all forever in my heart |
| My only wish, my only goal |
| Is that my music and these words guide you to be a much better person then I’ve |
| ever been |
| Today I turn twenty-one |
| Never thought I’d make it here |
| Even back when I was young |
| I was never scared to face my fears |
| Like, what’s the deal out here? |
| Summer time come around its getting real out here |
| Niggas is playing for keeps in the field out here |
| These streets cold, they don’t care how you feel out here… for real |
| Cause everybody wanna be with it |
| Out here they taking lives for they team on your fitted |
| All they worry 'bout is money and bitches |
| All these rappers ridiculous they dividing us not making no difference |
| But yo, I used to want an Acura used to want a Benz |
| Used to want bad bitch to show off to my friends |
| Now all I want is my homies out of the pin |
| My pen touches my paper I’m reminiscing to them |
| I mix my Henny and gin |
| Never needed no chaser |
| Never chase for no women that comes when you chase the paper |
| Realist shit I said play it back and you’ll thank me later |
| I’ve never seen a cat make a mil off being a hater |
| Look |
| My niggas smoking in the tinted truck |
| All limo but we never roll the windows up |
| Riding through your city so they know wassup, in Yours Truly we trust |
| Man I give a fuck 'bout what a hater got to say about me and my team |
| You call your lady a bitch, I refer to mine as a queen |
| Hang around nine lazy motherfuckers, you the tenth homie |
| So how you smokin' but ain’t pay your fucking rent homie? |
| Yeah, you know, that’s just that real shit |
| Sometimes I feel like I don’t want to feel shit |
| All the stress that I’m tryna deal with |
| I try to keep the family together, but yo they still split |
| Our generation is blinded, I blame the radio |
| I blame TV for making it cool to call ladies hoes |
| I blame these rappers for acting like they got straps |
| And teaching our kids to put kids in caskets for the sake of making dough |
| I, I probably never know why |
| The fucking system don’t try |
| My niggas getting so high, my niggas getting so high, you know |
| And thats probably only cause we feel so low at times |
| We just looking for something to lift us back up |
| They said I’d be a junkie, said I’d be a thief |
| Said I’d be a no good vandal running the streets |
| I just want peace, everybody want beef |
| Done dirty by my family, my friends, enemies, even police |
| Ain’t no love in these streets, ain’t no trust in these streets |
| Lost too many friends homie, I can’t fuck with these streets |
| I don’t know what’s more important |
| If they love me or they fear me |
| Got a lot to say and I want the whole world to hear me |
| Yours Truly |