Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Power, artist - Royce 5'9.
Date of issue: 03.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Power |
You want what for Christmas? |
Hell no |
What you mean, «Is this is all we got»? |
That’s it |
It’s Christmas time in the Montgomery home |
Daddy’s actin' all crazy again |
Mama got herself a bloody nose |
Daddy slapped her in the face again |
Why they always gotta fight so much? |
Damn |
Mama face swole, me and my bros in a panic state |
If that’s the case yo, I can’t just stay around this |
Everything was fine, we just had dinner, we got all the He-Mans |
Battle Cat, Adam and Cringer, even Castle Greyskull and Snake Mountain |
Now we sit and listen to y’all argue about how y’all planned this day |
And y’all just admitted to us Santa fake so Kid Vishis just ran away poutin' |
Now I gotta go and console him |
He wasn’t nothin' but a spoiled little boy then |
Little naive with an innocent cry, all he ever wanted to do was fit in with us |
And y’all bought him a pair of fake Timberlands and put 'em in a real |
Timberland box |
I never forget them boots, they was called «Rugged Outbacks» |
Mama went and found them at Payless and made us promise not to say nothin' |
Then Pop came in like he ain’t know nothin' about it |
Like, «Judy you gon' send that boy out in public like that?» |
«He'll be just fine, these kids ain’t 'bout to be |
Lookin' down at his feet for no tree,» and she really meant that |
Meanwhile, this little arrogant nigga caught himself stuntin' on me and Greg |
with 'em talkin' about, 'Where y’all Timbs at?" |
But he was too young to detect sarcasm so we was like, «Nigga, where yo' Timbs |
at?» |
Pf-haha |
It’s Thanksgiving in the Montgomery home |
Greg just came in here drunk again |
Now mama tryna cover for him |
She afraid my daddy gon' punch him again |
Why you gotta get drunk so much? |
Damn |
I wish you would just stay where you was at |
Instead of comin' home all rude and disrespectin' all our father rules and shit, |
man |
The mood done switched me and Vishis playin' Connect Four |
Our favorite movie just came on the tube and it’s ironic it’s «Bloodsport» |
And I’m lookin' at Frank Dux and shit, thinkin' you should split |
Before Daddy come down these stairs of this basement and see you wasted |
But he just cut me off like, «That nigga ain’t gon' do shit» |
But the truth is this, he couldn’t whoop my dad even if he was sober |
I know 'cause he tried once |
Ended up unconscious, a broke arm and a tooth was chipped |
My big bro got a lot of emotional problems, he feel that we was all abused as |
kids |
He saw mama get dragged down all kinds of stairs like a ragdoll when he was two |
And this is back when Daddy used to sniff cocaine, poor thang |
He had to be subjected to this when he gets drunk, he gets to losin' it |
He gets the illusion that he gon' protect us all from the Big Bad Wolf |
Stand up to him and prove some shit |
But all he really doing is stressin' mom out |
Got her goin', «Boy, you know your daddy up there asleep |
The food is ready, why don’t you stop |
Making all this noise and just let him stay 'sleep?» |
The turkey’s done in the Montgomery home |
Dad has just been awakened again (Uh oh) |
Greg is making all kinds of noise |
Dad is on his way angry again |
«Who is that making all that God damn noise?» |
(Not me) |
«Greggy (Huh?), get up here! |
You been out there drinking again? |
What the fuck I tell you about coming in my house with this disrespectful shit? |
Nigga, where the fuck you done been?» |
I’m thinking to myself «Greg, please don’t say nothin' stupid, man» |
Every time my daddy in his drawers and he’s standing in the hallway |
Mad at somebody, I swear to God he got the same strength as Superman (*Sniff*) |
My brother turned around and just walks in the kitchen |
Without even givin' an answer with his back to him like, «I ain’t gotta talk to |
you, nigga» |
«Nigga, you don’t hear me talkin' to you?» |
Next thing my brother did is something that when it comes to my father is |
something you just don’t do |
He looked him right in his eyes and he asked him |
«What the fuck is you gon' do?» |
(Mm, mm, mm) |
My father hit him so hard his body hit the stove |
The oven door hit the fucking floor |
The turkey fell out the oven hole and landed near the stairs |
Now Daddy standin' over Greg talkin' 'bout «Nigga, you ain’t hurt! |
Get up, get up!» |
And here come Vish' talkin' 'bout, «Dad, I don’t think he gon' get up» |
Then mama went damn near hysterical (Ahh!) |
She called the police, the police came |
Neighbors is all in the street |
Watching the cops takin' my father out in handcuffs |
Damn, man that shit was real embarrassin' |
To all my friends I grew up wit', who grew up fatherless |
I know through me you live vicariously |
I want you to know that we ain’t no better than you and yours |
We all needed therapy |
We care about each other more |
Than we care about if anybody understands us |
What I’m tryin' say is: Fuck you and Happy Holidays from the Montgomery family |
Every man reaches that point in life |
Where he don’t want to make excuses no more, more |
Life took me on a roller-coaster ride |
I’ve been up, I’ve been down, all the ribbons and my daddy game |
Took me on highs |
Turned around and then took me on lows (This is how the story goes) |
Ohh, then I think about it |
I use that shit as fuel |
Then I changed it into |
(Power), now can’t you feel it? |
(Can't you feel it? Can’t you feel it?) |
Can’t you feel it? |
(Can't you feel it?) |
That I’m a grown man with (Power), yeah (Yeah) |
Let me hear you say «yeah» (Yeah) |
If you was raised in a strict home like me, felt alone like me |
And it gave you (Power), ooh |
You can do it too, just look at me |
See I’m a grown man with (Power), yeah (Yeah, yeah!), everybody say «yeah» |
If you don’t know the meaning of abusive |
You’ve been through so much ain’t nothin' nobody can do to you |
Now can’t you feel it? |
(Can't you feel it?) I’m a runaway |
This is how I became, a grown man with (Power) |
Ooohh, you can do it too, if I can do it |
Use this (Power), I was a runaway, I was a runaway |
There ain’t nothin' none of you can do to me, do to me |
When you were a child growing up with Grandad and Granny |
Did you really feel like Grandad was a good father to you? |
Absolutely, absolutely |
All my friend’s daddies was walking out on them left and right |
You know he never left us, he was always there for us |
You know there were a lot of things that happened that I didn’t understand |
Maybe I might not have answered the question the same way when I was a teenager |
But I understand and appreciate him so much more now as a man |
You know 'cause he taught me respect and discipline |
And consequences for your acts, so yeah, of course |
Do you think his approach as a father |
Really shaped the type of father that you are today |
Or do you in some ways think it had negatives to it? |
And if so, what kind of negative traits |
Do you try to avoid having as a father right now, to me? |
(When you have your own, you’ll understand) |