paroles de chanson Young Nastradamus - ySo

No matter what we do our mamas proud
Made it far away from a hash brick or ton of loud
Jail visits seen all our uncles keep it a hundred thou'
I just wanna write from the days break and the sun is down
I wonder where the sun is now
Excess of this weed smokes when I touch the cloud
Underground, but still manage to stand above the crowd
Ain't never ask if I'm allowed, Petrelli with a hundred styles
Young Nastradamus
I was 12 reading them album books in my pyjamas
No idea bout eighths and llamas
No idea about the fates and karmas
That life had in store predetermined on our faiths and fathers
It's crazy how n*ggas draw the line and then create the dramas
Could never cultivate the land but yet we slate the farmers
Yeah
If the truth at bay, I'll bring it to shore
If bro give me assists then I can't not even the score

It's funny how
No one can outlast mi amor
I need it for me and more
I'm standing back cautious I need to see the rapport
It's never good news when a white man reading the law
Hope we only plea to the lord

You know I reign with my heart, they can see when I pour
Deep waters where we headed but hope I lead 'em ashore
Word is bond so don't reassure
Drugs or elevation, no longer I see the floor
Hold a meds but I feed em more

That's why
No matter how it go I'm always here
That's why I write these tracks for my closest
And it ain't always clear
I peep the way they reach for that golden pen when the boy is near
Jubilation rife in the air but inside that joy is fear
Awakenings are always near
Yeah
Think we close to one as a species
Still one regulation from syncing brains to their pcs
I told MAV if your in guess makes me the faeces
For real

The 9th wonder slash hype blunder
Flash my drive its straight flames guess I'm like thunder
My n*ggas drown in weed and women we go right under
The trauma catch up to us all someday we might wonder

Clear the stage boys I'm back in the fray
It's like back in the day
Star boy these shoes shine like I'm lacking in pay
A hundred on my hard drive but I just stack 'em away
I can't go back to my ways

Before I punch these lines in I need a pack to the face
Got my back to the chase
All that means im first place not heading back to the base
Foreign to the industry and so the tactics are Mase
Get your practice in place
Hatred galore
The raebes spreading while the rats in the race
All the while the ministers eating 'til they fat in the face
These are the times
More of the progress, less of the rhymes
Bit ironic but I'm just expressing mines man