paroles de chanson Mental Healing - Moonie900

A lot of pain up in my body now I need to vent
Suffering from PTSD cuz I done seen some shit
I hurt some people that I love and I ain't mean that shit
I pray to God that they forgive me
Ain't too many solid ones that's rocking wit me
I be feeling like my potnas out to get me
I know these niggas envy
So I gotta keep that 30 in my glizzy
If I die then I'm taking a nigga wit me
Aye the streets done left me traumatized
So many nights I had to watch my nigga mama cry
Like why we live and build bonds with people that gotta die
So bro save me a seat in heaven if I qualify
In this cold world it's hard for me to do right but I gotta try
Cuz if I don't then they gon hang a nigga
It's crazy how struggle and poverty can change a nigga
I know that I'm a King but to dem crackas I remain a nigga
I'm a product of a fucked up world, how can you blame a nigga

When the streets so cold and yo only option is to slave or go and get it off the block
And it get dangerous where you from can't leave da house without a glock
The day you leave it at the house is when they put you in a box
If a nigga try to kill you and you kill him then you dead wrong
Before you live they rather see you with a head stone
They only love you while you up until the bread gone
Soon as you call em for some help you get the voicemail like a dead phone

And the streets so cold and my heart is too if you can imagine what I'm going through
Seven people on the news
I'm traumatized PTSD at the same time
Surrounded by suicides and homicides
My partner tried to have fun at the lake
But the water got too heavy so he died at the bank
They say money make it better but it can't
Cuz it's hard to obtain so what if you can't
I thought I told you I'm a soulja
Life not a game but the streets is a controller
And ever since a baby stroller
Every time I got a problem I used a bottle when I pour up
And they gon hate nigga so what
Keep going and going they gon hate when you blow up
Long nights in these streets they all left me
So I been going through it mentally

I spent a lot of dark days in the rain popping pills and pouring treys to ease the pain
I was sleeping on the train and I was down
Nobody gave me a thing
They don't understand how far I really came
I seen my brother dead on the pavement heart racing on da lane
In my heart and on the ground he left a stain
In my city it's a murder every day and that's a shame
Them crackas take us down for how we live when they really the ones to blame
Tell me who really the one to blame

And your only option is to slave or go get it off the block
The day you leave it at the house that's when they put you in a box