ITS OKAY NOW (feat. TheReal Lil Kush)
I used to remember the days when we were dead broke
Had no money for rent so I would slang dope
I still picture the day when you left home, leaving two broken kids on their own
No power, water, no food, when you broke off
All we wanted was a mother that could hold us close
But instead pain, tears and lost cause, from your addiction and depression we were so Lost
From day one to the end there was fake love, no sense of protection no place to run off
"But it's okay, I understand, momma don't cry" ya baby boy's in a place that you can't Find
No one to to beat on him, kick him down to the ground, no one to pick on him for being His fatself
But wait don't that seem quite familiar, that was you all along quite peculiar
But it's okay, but it's okay
But it's okay
But it's okay
Ha
I used to hang around thugs, even though they sold drugs showed a brother love, ha
I used to sell rocks, sitting by the mail box, when I heard a couple shots coming from my Bro's opps
Dad walked out when I was a fucking baby, man that shit is so fucking crazy, ha
Couldn't let it faze me
Cops beating me for my color, couldn't even call my fucking mother
But it's okay
It is okay
Yeah it's okay, yeah it's okay
Yeah
Tell my fam that I miss them, wish I could kiss them, maybe even just a hug, huh
But they going treat me like a bug sweep me underneath the rug
That's the life of a thug
That's the life of a thug
That's the life of a thug, That's the life of a thug, That's the life of a thug
Had no money for rent so I would slang dope
I still picture the day when you left home, leaving two broken kids on their own
No power, water, no food, when you broke off
All we wanted was a mother that could hold us close
But instead pain, tears and lost cause, from your addiction and depression we were so Lost
From day one to the end there was fake love, no sense of protection no place to run off
"But it's okay, I understand, momma don't cry" ya baby boy's in a place that you can't Find
No one to to beat on him, kick him down to the ground, no one to pick on him for being His fatself
But wait don't that seem quite familiar, that was you all along quite peculiar
But it's okay, but it's okay
But it's okay
But it's okay
Ha
I used to hang around thugs, even though they sold drugs showed a brother love, ha
I used to sell rocks, sitting by the mail box, when I heard a couple shots coming from my Bro's opps
Dad walked out when I was a fucking baby, man that shit is so fucking crazy, ha
Couldn't let it faze me
Cops beating me for my color, couldn't even call my fucking mother
But it's okay
It is okay
Yeah it's okay, yeah it's okay
Yeah
Tell my fam that I miss them, wish I could kiss them, maybe even just a hug, huh
But they going treat me like a bug sweep me underneath the rug
That's the life of a thug
That's the life of a thug
That's the life of a thug, That's the life of a thug, That's the life of a thug
Credits
Writer(s): Durante Berardinelli
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