Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Road to Humble, 1979, artist - Sho Baraka. Album song The Narrative Expanded, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.10.2016
Record label: Humble Beast
Song language: English
Road to Humble, 1979 |
| I was angry, I was bitter |
| I was filled with pride |
| I was selfish, I was foolish to believe those lies |
| I loved hate, loved me |
| Loved rage, loved greed |
| I didn’t love God, I just loved his things |
| Loved approval, loved sex |
| Loved money, loved fame |
| But I ain’t the same |
| Thank the Lord I changed |
| I’m trying to fight idolatry and lust |
| Being good ain’t enough so in God I trust |
| I got faith |
| Seeking restitution from all my mistakes |
| Look me in my face homeboy, you see grace |
| Still unashamed, just in a new space |
| I’m just a little more humble now |
| In those Cali streets acting foolish |
| Tried to run with those gangsters |
| I’m allergic to those bullets |
| They say Sho be a rapper or a hooper |
| In Golden State, I’m a warrior surrounded by those shooters |
| Dad raised in the slums, mama from them jor downs |
| Moved around like the circus, so I was born to clown |
| My childhood goal was to get em' to remember me |
| It took me 19 years to find my identity |
| Went to school on some extra cool, TU, Number 1 HBCU |
| I was glad that the Lord found me, because he was never lost |
| Once blind, but now I see more than I ever saw |
| Check the cross, is he someone you can hang with? |
| Realized that my views were so tainted |
| You might have a picture of truth, but he framed it |
| You can disagree with history, but can’t change it |
| So, now I mix a little Augustin with Dubois |
| A little Selassie I, mix it with Mahalia’s joy |
| A C.S. Lewis mind with some Phyllis Wheatley art |
| A little Sojourner spirit, with a King David heart |
| Clicked up with some brothers, we were ready to reach |
| With a mic and a track, we was ready to preach |
| Nothing too deep, nothing too deep |
| A bunch of Justin Timberlakes, we were all in sync but |
| Years later, I felt I lost my core mission |
| I was just rapping for these rich kids |
| Like the night before Christmas |
| No love lost, I just went independent |
| New vision, took risks, some worked some didn’t |
| Met Swoope, got high, J.R. stay fly |
| Met the dopest female since Lauryn Hill’s rise |
| One album was classic, I wish it would’ve lasted but |
| Then, I met James, new sound, new fashion |
| I never claimed I was the best, the first, or the coolest but |
| One thing you can’t do is doubt my influence |
| I know the Father, but I’m viewed like a bastard |
| I think my friends only share their struggles in the past tense |
| I’ve been stressing, I’ve been fighting off depression |
| Instead of confessing my obsession with being impressive |
| Hearing the chatter, hoping I would be your favorite |
| Even when they hating me, I should be loving my neighbor |
| Sometimes, I just wanna be anonymous |
| The problem is I love my pride too much but |
| Then, I love his bride too much but |
| Then, I think about the lives I’ve touched |
| Back when I wasn’t thirsty for mainstream attention |
| When I was geeked on a retweet or a single mention |
| When I wasn’t too concerned about keeping my platform |
| When it was ten in the crowd, I was happy to rap for em' |
| I wasn’t too busy to pick up the phone |
| Back when I was geeked just to get a beep from Tony Stone |
| Now, they like happy you back, it was backwards for a minute |
| Bring the fire to the homies, and evacuate the tenants |
| Recharge, remodeled, reinvented |
| When they thought I was finished |
| I came back to shock the critics |
| A trendsetter, something like Nikki Tesla |
| I had bright ideas, but Edison may do it better |
| Or steal it or whatever |
| You can call it a shot, I just call it being clever |
| Chimney flow, I wish I would bring the heat |
| Like a double amputee, I will never see the feet |
| I’m rounding third base, I’m giving jokers the gas face |
| Like how he stand cool without a fanbase? |
| Your favorite artist sounds so fake |
| If I wanna hear Drake, I would just listen to Drake |
| Sho, you stupid |
| Why they sound outdated, when they copying the future? |
| Not to sound obnoxious or seem rude but |
| When I’m around these crabs, I see food |
| We sell our souls for the fame and applause |
| Is a rapper just a prostitute with better PR |
| Executives are looking like some pimps |
| I uplift the bars like I’m always in the gym |
| I’m deeply loved, I’m forgiven, I have vision |
| He has changed my condition on the day he was risen |
| The price tag on my body bag was too expensive |
| I was poor in spirit so I broke out of prison |
| Ask those Coptics and Eygptians, persecuted Christians |
| I have tools to fight giants, I don’t need Saul’s equipment |
| I know struggle, I had failed, I ain’t scared to admit it |
| It’s an honor and a privilege to be made in his image |
| I have joy, I have peace in the midst of hate |
| Thank the Lord for his grace, because now I say |
| I got faith |
| Seeking restitution from all my mistakes |
| Look me in my face homeboy, you see grace |
| Still unashamed, just in a new space |
| I’m just a little more humble now |
| I’m just a little humble beast |
| I’m just a little humble beast |
| Jesus and bowties for everybody |
| West Coast Atlanta |
| Alright, that’s it |