Текст песни Da Morris Of Da Story - Eknock

Da Morris of the story is
One mother four kids
All we had was

Oatmeal and Grape Suncup
Before this we was out till the sun up
Ain't see much other fam it was just us
Still went to church we was homeless
Until we finally found a shelter
Which had a pre-school I would go to
The Devil saying that our lucks up
Momma preaching no stupid look up
And I seen God was there every step of the way
I believe I can fly on graduation day
This was back when you could find a smile on my face
Like every day ain't really have toys just some joy in our space
Cuz it was ours
Life's sweet that part we had was sour
I remember we would pray to God for hours
Honestly we still pray to God for ours
Cuz poverty don't seem far

And if I take time recap when I was little
I'll recognize I felt my little heart take a missile
That's why it be so hard for me to tell you girl I miss you
My momma had it worse a knucklehead is what I grew to
Morris of the story is life's not easy
If I say I came from nothing they prolly won't believe me
With barely a pot to piss in had to deal with lotta (Shh)
I pray to God but if I had a genie I would wish

That I ain't have to handle bills with financial aid
That my brother ain't owe a dime to dang Sallie Mae
That every time that the rent due I could feel safe
There were times that the lights off so I would have to stay
Outside with my friends momma told me play it off
Friends ask what's the problem I say inside we gon' be bored
I lied because my pride and circumstance had me distraught
I was living in the dark
I would wish for a new start
Tell my mom they ain't your fam if they got cars and let you walk
Tell my dad you took a vow so suck it up and play your part
Tell myself don't let the hard times cloud up my heart
Tell God I'm only sinning to feel I've earned whatever comes
Y'all don't hear me though
That one friend that stays home y'all don't know he broke
Them clothes that fit too big that's his brother's own
Them foams that turned out to be fake that's his homie shoe
Word to Thomas fool

And if I take time recap when I was little
I'll recognize I felt my little heart take a missile
That's why it be so hard for me to tell you girl I miss you
My momma had it worse a knucklehead is what I grew to
Morris of the story is life's not easy
If I say I came from nothing they prolly won't believe me
With barely a pot to piss in had to deal with lotta (Shh)
I pray to God but if I had a genie I would wish
For you
I would wish for me
I would wish for fam
I would wish for gang and family
I would wish for you
I would wish for me
I would wish for fam
I would wish for gang and family