Текст песни Composure (feat. Hit-Boy) - Nas , HIT BOY

Ayo, Hit I like this IE weather

Ayy, look
Vote yes on Hit-Boy, bitch, I'm the city spokesman
They see we got this shit crackin' and now they spirit broken
I'm standin' on the green like the British Open
And stackin' ice on top of ice, but I'm not building snowmen
Doctors couldn't even detect my disorders
One case, six figures on six different lawyers
I put my soul in every song with limited support
Focused on the output not the outcome, big God is my source (big God)

Spirit of excellence in my genetics
Complexities come with my complexion
'Fore you shut me down, let me reach my level first
Y'all be too proud to do the devil's work
All that actin' and fakin' I can't take part in it
I'm washin' my hands with the soap opera shit
Set the cameras to speed, co-directed KD
We know the caged bird sings and screams when it's free
E'ry second I spit on this, I got it back in blessings
You can't stop and run no errands on the way to legend

They shoulda told 'em I'm raising up on the totem
Yeah, boilin' over, pot full of yola
Mix it with the cola
Son of a block controller (yeah)
Can't let 'em fuck me over (nah)
Gotta keep my composure look

Had yellow jaundice when I was born
Kept me in an incubator, ten days long
I made up songs, I was like humming tunes ten years later
Writin' in my room ten years after that, on stage like it's too soon, but
For me see, my parents met inside a nightclub
Olu started to fight, and then my moms broke it up
She said, "This boy he's in the Navy, settle down before y'all need savin'"
Pop went to war around the world, came home, we celebrated

AWOL
Fast-forward to when I started to play ball
From a place where we hate law
See the Jakes and we take off (whoop, whoop)
Hit the gate, I get home and take my chain off
Thankful I got through the day and all the evil I prayed off
Everything is cause and effect
Make the wrong moves in this business, you lose all your respect
My block is dark as it gets
We all make mistakes, only a few will recover from 'em
Don't spend your whole life runnin' from 'em, run up the numbers

Shoulda told 'em I'm raising up on the totem
Yeah, boilin' over, pot full of yola
Mix it up with the cola
Son of a queen and a soldier
Can't let 'em fuck me over
Gotta keep my composure, look

Keep your composure
On city blocks and cell blocks
Keep your composure
Hold it down, hold it tight
Hold it close, hold space for yourself
It's the way of the ancestors
Our elders, our artists
Our OGs, our dreamers, our builders
With each breath, internalize their successes
Their struggles, their sense of self
Their sense of overcoming
And take that power forward with you in life
Remind yourself of the magnitude of your good fortune

And the mere chance, one in billions, that you survived
That you will thrive
And even the strongest kings and queens being, yet remain unbroken
Keep your composure
And believe in the magic of who we are
'Cause what you believe is everything
And what someone believes about you, is nothing
Keep your composure
I am Shaka Senghor