paroles de chanson There I Go - Grits

Feel my struggle, feel my pain,
Feel my plea - this is me.

So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became: lame and fed up with fame,
The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back,
And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose,
So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became: lame and fed up with fame,
The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back,
And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose.

Worth its weight in gold,
Penetrate the infrastructure of friend berated, who waited, evaded 'fore life was confiscated,
What made it complicated was, often times, the light reflecting me was dim and faded,
Ooh yeah, and still I made it,
Oh boy, mama's pearling almond joy,
Dodging every blow of Satan's plot employ,
A hero, saving lives that you see before you,
Fighting that which may destroy you, writing your redemption for you,
So, here I go; I brought my frame: the loyal,
Future at four, five - I let you tell your kids about who came before you,
And, if a moment such as this is true, and this desire change your frame of mind, embrace and pray it touches you.

So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became: lame and fed up with fame,
The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back,
And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose,
So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became: lame and fed up with fame,
The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back,
And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose.

Yo, I never thought I would of got to the point of tired of rocking these joints,
'Cause my knees bleed like arteries, clotting my want and ambitions,
'Cause my position in this industry steadily, it seems to be, grudgingly keeping me in opposition of opportunities of reaching the unreachable, teaching the un-teachable, speaking the unspeakable,
The realness in life, in the image that of Christ and the way I choose to write it in my diary - the irony is tiring,
Discussing depression, there's so many lessons I've learned, and my concern is for those who connect with it but never get the chance to get it, (so I go everywhere I know)
There's pain and there's suffering,
The game got me hustling for change, and it's strange,
The same issues never get answers or solutions,
It's time for revolution in this music, so I choose to keep on spitting this medicine.

So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became: lame and fed up with fame,
The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back,
And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose,
So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became: lame and fed up with fame,
The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back,
And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose.

So many years I suffered pain,
I value most were deemed worthless.

So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became,
I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back,
And that I seemed nervous.

So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became: lame and fed up with fame,
The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back,
And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose,
So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became: lame and fed up with fame,
The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back,
And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose.