Текст песни Chapter 35 - L-Biz

This ain't no rap song, this just a real song
Let me talk
Yo

Writing letters to my bro stuck behind the wall
Chin is in my chest, and from my eyes I feel emotions fall
Wish I could've made it happen before the cuffs clicked
Sacrificed your family and freedom tryna make us rich
Niggas tried to slander your name, but not in front of me
Reaching out for dap when they walk pass me, the audacity
That's why I got up out the streets and made a covenant
Gotta thank my wife cause without her I'd drown in sucker shit
Moving momma outta the ghetto still on my bucket list
Ironic cause the ghetto's the only place that we ever lived
Down the way part of the reason I'm this man today
Alma Ave, eleven five, the reason why I rap this way
Still grandpa homie told me what they eat won't make me shit
So ain't no pringles when we bussin' cans tryna stack them chips
Before the bands it's only silence, nothing out a haters lips
Earn a couple dollars, watch them potty mouths be full of shit
All I ever wanted to do, was make my father proud
And on occasion see some hands waving as I move the crowd
Deep down, feeling my potential is forever showing
Still I'd trade it all to hear the Doc say there's no tumor growing
Sat in that hospital, hiding every ounce of pain
Momma on that operating table, Lord intervene
Sister in law having multiple seizures
Got me feeling like, God damn when we gon catch a breather
Daddy body breaking down, I think he drinking again
As you can guess I been stressing like it's the latest of trends
Just to balance out the losses, we need thousands of wins
Praying daily, waiting for all of the drama to end
And it did
Cause Diesel made it home and momma still with us
Every day's a fight, if you survive then you's a real winner
Yea
Said every day's a fight, if you survive then you a real winner
Real shit

See sometimes
So much negativity happens back to back to back
To Back
It's like you can't breathe
But shit, if you still here to tell your story
You survived
Salute to all the survivors
Word

What we seeing through social media and the news
Cops killing us and all kind of stuff like that, it's like yo
It's strange for people to expect for us as black men to be rational
In all these irrational situations
You know cooler heads prevailing, and me using the music
To get off this aggression so that when I am presented with these irrational situations
I can keep my calm
Because I've allowed for my music to be my therapy