Текст песни Loaf of Bread - Cameron London

Money moving hand to hand
It's no surprise that when it's making introductions
I'm left where I'm standing
Yeah
This not how I planned it
How I'm successful and a failure
I don't understand it
I been drawing the blueprint
You got the tool
But never took the time to learn to use it
I put time into this
Feel like I'm close
But I ain't making a dime from this

If words can move mountains
just imagine all the devastation
Caused by people with minimal education
That's set in they ways
Never looking towards the better days
They too predictable
They never try to switch the plays
They spirit decays
But it's funny cause the money be clearing the haze
What can I say
But get it how you live
Don't got a lot but still, I always find a way to give
Last dimes dipped I'm trynna flip to make a profit
People sitting on they art but I gotta drop it
I'm too old to have the fear of all my albums flopping
I don't wanna have to go back to the dishwashing
So I'm looking ahead
You know the feeling when you can't even afford some bread
The biggest secret not a secret
I been broke since the beginning
But I know that imma have a happy ending

Money moving hand to hand
It's no surprise that when it's making introductions
I'm left where I'm standing
Yeah
This not how I planned it
How I'm successful and a failure
I don't understand it
I been drawing the blueprint
You got the tool
But never took the time to learn to use it
I put time into this
Feel like I'm close
But I ain't making a dime from this

Practically preaching
Phonetically prone to teaching
Genetically grown for reaching
Aspirations way above my means
Dreams realer the more that I stay awake
I'm adapting to the pain
Don't mean that I wanna take
All the weight, concentrate
Then maybe I'll make a move
Used to rap to be the best now there isn't something to prove
I lose only when I start to listen to hate
Meditate on the fate
Preparing to see the date
That it comes true
Can destiny change
The blood and the pain came from me plucking the fangs
Now I'm wrapped in the chains
Hoping them numbers will change
It feel like I'm barely able to run from the Cain
The loaf of bread got me thinking
Will things ever be the same
If I remain in my own lane and I grow my mane
Sit in the rain as I illustrate my poems
Wait a minute, any spare change
Spare change
Please, any spare change