Текст песни The Little Things - Blvcksmyth

What were the odds to begin with
In a place where it's odd to be decent
A broken kid in a broken country just holding the pieces
A broken kid on a Sunday morning one hopeless believer
Put all coins in the basket and get some hope from the preacher
Lord, Our Father Who Art
Grew up hearing old folks saying life is too hard
While the ministers own gold and drive their new cars
Had to move from my old home to find a new start
Coz I wondered if I'd ever see an office make an offer
Off to 'burg with 20 trillion dollars in my pocket
Shit just wouldn't balance I was weighing up my options
Looking for a life I knew Zimbabwe couldn't offer
Unless you take from the coffers, Looting from the state
Everybody breaks unless you find an escape you get caught up
Lotta people think of Robert Mu-gabe as a martyr, a leader a hero a pioneer legend to honour
Well, I don't know about it all
Ask the million Zimbos who get to go abroad
Law abiding citizens end up becoming frauds
Who am I to judge? Who am I to play The Lord
People gotta eat someone has to pay the cost
I'm just tryna win, I'm just tryna play my part
And conquer every single thing that I came and saw
I think we've made a lotta progress
I guess overcoming rejection and disappointment is simply part of the process
Younger me had to go through the fire for current Lee
I guess the scars are my currency
But yea I'm still grateful
I got all my friends, my family and all the little things that I prayed for
Looking back at how it used to be and all the crazy things that I came from
Have some patience little man, you gon make it little man
If you say so
Yea I'm grateful