Lyrics Blow - Samad Savage

Once upon a time, not long ago
In a city not too pretty, where they all was poor
He was push to push like a domino, like
Samad, cook it up, yeah!

Baking soda help him make the quota 'fore he re-up
He deliver orders like he sorted up the pizza
Plug move from the border for the snorters and the fiends, but
He was sure to whiff the warder, got no father, he's a leader
He was in the game, movin' with the cane, but he young
Block talkin', block talkin', in the brain, he was dumb
He ain't want it, but the money wasn't sayin' when it come
He no longer felt the pain, it's a shame he was stuck
And I started wit' a capsule and a little yellow rock
It was clear to see it through and, yes, they read it from the top
Small cap', thought he was gon' make a stack off one pack
Then scrap, but the money kept him comin' right back

He would chop a brick like Wreck It Ralph, this trap'd never let him out
And finally, I settled in the commas, goin' to check 'em out
And, yeah, this heart was filled with doubts that he would never take accountability
Utilities put numbers in his bank account

Just one more brick, then I'm done buildin'
Just one more bird 'til I touch ceilings
Just one more key, then I'm out, chillin'
Only way to make a livin' is to make a killin'
Every day, I got a feelin' this won't end well
Pray to God that 12 don't get no intel
Block hot 'til I'm feelin' like I'm in hell
Funny how they call it "blow" when you inhale

All I really wanted was to blow
Fourteen, stealin' food from the corner store
Just to feed my siblings, 'cause my mom ain't had the dough
'Fore I could jump off the porch, trouble waitin' at my door
Until one time when the one time caught me stealin'
Got the fam a hero, now I gotta be the villain
Juvie in the system, six years later, leavin' prison
Cops plantin' what I should'a sowed from the beginnin', wait a minute
Could you tell me how I'm stuck here with a record but no career?
I got this from out the country, but this isn't a souvenir
Now the money goin' dummy, from the word, I got some runners
I've been doin' this for some years
Could you tell me how I'm stuck here
I feel free as a bird doI move the chickens like Perdue
Now I got rich in my circle
My family matters, no Urkle
That off white help me like Virgil
I use my moolah for virtue
I'm from the schools and the church too
'Til God decide it's my curfew

Just one more brick, then I'm done buildin'
Just one more bird 'til I touch ceilings
Just one more key, then I'm out, chillin'
Only way to make a livin' is to make a killin'
Every day, I got a feelin' this won't end well
Pray to God that 12 don't get no intel
Block hot 'til I'm feelin' like I'm in hell
Funny how they call it "blow" when you inhale

How did I get like this?
I could drown in my tears
I fear nobody but God
I guess it's time to face my fears
Promises ain't meant to be
Broken eventually
But death is a promise you can't break
But death is a promise you can't break
Promises ain't meant to be
Broken eventually
But death is a promise you can't break
But death is a promise you can't break
Promises ain't meant to be
Broken eventually
But death is a promise you can't break
But death is a promise you can't break