paroles de chanson Things Done Changed - Quinn Essential

Okay
Now from the womb to the tomb
The lifespan
The light skin
Thin frame
None of that, has changed
Was once this little black kid
Who rode his bike down Harvard ave
Blood runs deep
They were with me through all the scabs
Cold days
With my nana through her old age
Sitting on the porch
Watching time fly
Slow fade
I really miss her
I could use the guidance
I really need to talk
So I wont resort to violence
I fell for it when they cried out wolf
When the shit hit the fan
They went to hide out; ghost
Never again will I let them take advantage
Snake ass niggas only want to do you damage
To recover, I manage
That's nothing outlandish
And Even though i made it out alive by a canvas
Small margin
That Shits was bananas
Now I run around like Thor with a Hammer
Like Bang

Shits done changed, Changed
Shit done, shit done
Changed, Changed

I found myself in the middle of the lion's den
They said they had my back
Well I guess they were fucking lying then
Publicly, cool
I don't need company
Keep that in mind
When I reach the lap of luxury
Lord knows, I'm not a little black Sambo
But I'm all about the cheese
Like the pack out in Lambeau
Understudies can't see me
Taught them like Mr. Feeney
I'm on a higher level
Like I used a Game Genie
Keep them marveled
The Benedict Arnold's
Write my injuries in sand
Etch benefits in marble, Huh
Shit, things altered
Nigga salted
So im faulted
Fall back
I think you to need to halt it
Throw it out the window
All the bullshit innuendos
I'm the mighty and the matchless
Who's fucking with Quinn though