Текст песни Grain Of Salt - One-2

I never thought I'd see the day we make it out alive
A lot of friends never made it past twenty five
Other guys in the pen doing 25
Tattoo tears under their eyes though they never cried
I have a toast for the homie who's still stuck in jail
Hits me up sometimes on a phone he snuck inside his cell
Baby mama got a restraining order
Which makes it harder for him to get through to his baby daughter
Shit's fucked up
We started talking and he asked
If I could, would I go back in time to change anything in my past
I'd be lying if I said I didn't
Cause I done made a lot of decisions that I wish I didn't
I light a joint and reflect
Looking back at my life in retrospect
I'm seeing old grainy images with a retro effect
Moms in the kitchen trying to cook us breakfast
While pops in the bathroom high
Trying to cook his next fix
This shit is wild
But hey

I'm guessing that this the price we pay
My mama said it'd end up bad living life this way
I've seen some homies end up dead
Others locked away
The rest of us are still outside on the block today
Live from Lemon Ave
Reporting live from Lemon Ave
Even though times is hard, shit get you sad
I take it with a grain of salt
Good with the bad

My eyes have observed the ugliest sides of this world
On blocks where I served, the drama unfurl
Shots fired, cops investigating how it occurred
Last night somebody died on the curb
Whether this heaven or hell, I can't really tell
The lines have been blurred
Used to sit in a cell
Because of time that I've served
I find beauty in the struggle now it's kind of absurd
But the most hideous shells got the shiniest pearls
Word
This life is beautiful depending on what perspective you view it through
To me, it's business as usual
I ain't new to the pain
You either use it to gain inspiration
Or succumb to the difficulties that you've been through
Stay strong
I'm down by the harbor
Hearing the ocean breeze, while I'm smoking trees
Watching the water
Reflecting on how it was before life became harder
I guess it's all a part of God's plan
I can hear my mom saying

I'm guessing that this the price we pay
My mama said it'd end up bad living life this way
I've seen some homies end up dead
Others locked away
The rest of us are still outside on the block today
Live from Lemon Ave
Reporting live from Lemon Ave
Even though times is hard, shit get you sad
I take it with a grain of salt
Good with the bad