Songtexte Creased Forces - Matt Vanzetti

What you know about that hurt
When you doubt dreaming for a goal
It feel out of reach impossible for all you really know
You got every role model and figure leaving every role
Momma trying to keep it together Putting food up on the stove

Had a crease in my forces since my parents divorcing
I was like half of an orphan dad did extorting
Towards us cash in portions had in morsels
Rapping for peace almost done packed me a piece
Never done rapped for the streets rapping for me
Poverty stricken outcast from the east
Couldn't own shit mama had it on lease
Me and my sis with nada to eat
Problems bigger than Meech
Gone through the mud without wearing a cleat
Antisocial I ain't fucking with y'all
Listened to Pac on repeat
I'm an artist
Channeling thoughts on a beat
Turn a hobby to love and my work
Shit from parents I got to unlearn
All I got is pride and my word
Man can admit when he's taken an L
It's about how you grown when you fail
Loudest in rooms they most dangerous
I move in silence put faith in myself

What you know about that hurt
When you doubt dreaming for a goal
It feel out of reach impossible for all you really know
You got every role model and figure leaving every role
Momma trying to keep it together Putting food up on the stove