Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Myself, artist - PROF. Album song King Gampo, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.08.2011
Record label: Stophouse
Song language: English
Myself |
My parents got some big money problems |
We’re all young and we’re countin' on 'em |
I’m four years old, you think I’m bouncing on 'em? |
I just sit back and watch, thinkin' bout em |
Mom’s probably stronger than Pops is |
The talk is, that the old man has lost it |
Last week he came back from work |
I saw him on the porch |
With a glass of milk in his shirt |
He was flippin' out |
Mom probably put it there |
Judging from how angry that she was |
It probably should be there |
Now both folks know that I’m standing there |
But Mama protects me |
Throws me behind her back |
Why did Papa do that? |
What’s that tellin' me? |
Birds can’t help but sing a melody. |
(I ain’t stupid) |
Happy ever after is nothing but a fantasy |
Police are part of our family |
Son and mother look out from the porch |
See father’s head duck under the door |
I believe in nothing |
I believe in myself |
I believe in nothing |
Nothing at all |
My papa got some big anger problems |
I’m getting older and I’m sick about 'em |
It’s getting harder just to live around it |
I need to take a stand as a man, I need to be about it |
So ring around the posies round the living room table |
I can’t remember what we were arguing about |
I stood up to the scariest man in the country |
I held my head high as I left the house |
Little boy stood in the face of a dragon |
Left with the heart of a lion, amazing |
It’s funny, I left the house so it could cool down |
But the dragon stayed hot, who’s the fool now? |
Papa and the devil, sitting in the basement |
Young son, headed back to the household |
Running down the block, eight firetrucks deep |
Fell to my knees and I screamed in the front yard |
Fireman running around like no one’s in charge |
Sort of like when it rains, it pours |
See the flames burst out of the door |
I’ve learned a lifetime |
A lifetime as a boy |
Evil’s on the inside |
Waiting for all |
Got an apartment |
I’m 20 years old |
Finally thinking I have everything under control |
It’s been years since I spoke to the man |
When, he gave me his old cutlass to get out of the sand |
So just like a hyena, I take the meat |
And then I run my ass away, you need to let me be |
But over time a part of me knew one needed to speak |
That’s right when the world decided that it couldn’t be |
It’s the biggest hurdle thinking past tense |
When a strong man takes his last breath |