Windowpane
You Know my Heart, you Know my Pain
I look to You, as I stand in the Rain
The Struggles Real, it ain't ever changed
Eyes watered up, glance'n out that, Windowpane
I'm a Beast! That's what they tell me, because I kill bars
But behind, these bars, I'm tell'n yall, there's still scares
Anxiety, and PTSD, hit me real hard
Since, back before, given bucks ta hommie, on handlebars
I look at my shorty's, and it reminds me ta, Man Up
I need ta show'm, a better life, so I Stand Up
A life wit a dad, there for them, and not, Locked Up
I won't put them through that again, so I hold my Head Up
So I push on, raise'n my shorty's, up in da Church
But we still up in da hood, day see da hood Hurts
day done seen people do dirt, and R.I.P. Shirts
We from the heart of the hood, not no fuck'n outskirts
Our home, the East Side, St Paul, Minnesota
Where cop lights, stay on, for real, not for a quota
When they say on the ground, you best do what they told ya
I've done seen to meny good ones die, life's over
You Know my Heart, you Know my Pain
I look to You, as I stand in the Rain
The Struggles Real, it ain't ever changed
Eyes watered up, glance'n out that, Windowpane
You Know my Heart, you Know my Pain
I look to You, as I stand in the Rain
The Struggles Real, it ain't ever changed
Eyes watered up, glance'n out that, Windowpane
Oldest Daughter Grown Now, Bout ta go ta Collage
Spent the last couple years, try'n ta fill her head knowledge
On that real shit, they don't teach in school, so she got it
So if a mother fucker, fuck wit her, she know, just how ta stop it
You call it bad parent'n, you ain't from where the fuck
You ain't see the shit I've seen, or done the shit I've done
Just ta make it through, a single day, and see the rising sun
An ta pray, everyday, when that pistol spray, you ain't the one
I'm don all I can, ta show'm a life, I ain't never had
I was raised, dad rob'n trains, speed in dem zip bags
Hogs round the block, blaze'n weed in them zigzags
Cuts, wit rockers, and such, and Coke lines on Maytag's
For me dis was normal, but now for my kid dis is not
If I was ta die right now, I know I left them a better shot
In every thing I do, I'm always, give'm the best I got
Remember Pops Loves You, Let it Never Be Forgot!
You Know my Heart, you Know my Pain
I look to You, as I stand in the Rain
The Struggles Real, it ain't ever changed
Eyes watered up, glance'n out that, Windowpane
You Know my Heart, you Know my Pain
I look to You, as I stand in the Rain
The Struggles Real, it ain't ever changed
Eyes watered up, glance'n out that, Windowpane
Big Crocodile Tiers, fall from the clouds, around here
Shattered dreams, Shattered hopes, of all our dead peers
I think about this shit, I grip upon the wheel, it's hard ta steer
I pull over the wipe at mounds, just ta have a couple beers
As I glance up at that Skyline, I tell myself I'm Just Fine
But every time I blink, I see my hommie, in that Chalk Line
I see it in my mind, and on the news, another Headline
They always pitch the story, fucked up, words from the Grape Vine
Ta yall, we just fucked up, from a fucked up, place
We just try'n ta stack some paper, and not ketch a fuck'n case
We keep the heat, ta keep our selves, and our kids safe
Cause there's monsters where I'm from, wit dreams of yellow tape
So every time I blink, I know that it could be my last
I be pray'n ta da Father, ta forgive me of my past
And I be work'n real hard, just ta make my kids laugh
And if you still be hate'n, you can, kiss my white ass!
You Know my Heart, you Know my Pain
I look to You, as I stand in the Rain
The Struggles Real, it ain't ever changed
Eyes watered up, glance'n out that, Windowpane
You Know my Heart, you Know my Pain
I look to You, as I stand in the Rain
The Struggles Real, it ain't ever changed
Eyes watered up, glance'n out that, Windowpane
I look to You, as I stand in the Rain
The Struggles Real, it ain't ever changed
Eyes watered up, glance'n out that, Windowpane
I'm a Beast! That's what they tell me, because I kill bars
But behind, these bars, I'm tell'n yall, there's still scares
Anxiety, and PTSD, hit me real hard
Since, back before, given bucks ta hommie, on handlebars
I look at my shorty's, and it reminds me ta, Man Up
I need ta show'm, a better life, so I Stand Up
A life wit a dad, there for them, and not, Locked Up
I won't put them through that again, so I hold my Head Up
So I push on, raise'n my shorty's, up in da Church
But we still up in da hood, day see da hood Hurts
day done seen people do dirt, and R.I.P. Shirts
We from the heart of the hood, not no fuck'n outskirts
Our home, the East Side, St Paul, Minnesota
Where cop lights, stay on, for real, not for a quota
When they say on the ground, you best do what they told ya
I've done seen to meny good ones die, life's over
You Know my Heart, you Know my Pain
I look to You, as I stand in the Rain
The Struggles Real, it ain't ever changed
Eyes watered up, glance'n out that, Windowpane
You Know my Heart, you Know my Pain
I look to You, as I stand in the Rain
The Struggles Real, it ain't ever changed
Eyes watered up, glance'n out that, Windowpane
Oldest Daughter Grown Now, Bout ta go ta Collage
Spent the last couple years, try'n ta fill her head knowledge
On that real shit, they don't teach in school, so she got it
So if a mother fucker, fuck wit her, she know, just how ta stop it
You call it bad parent'n, you ain't from where the fuck
You ain't see the shit I've seen, or done the shit I've done
Just ta make it through, a single day, and see the rising sun
An ta pray, everyday, when that pistol spray, you ain't the one
I'm don all I can, ta show'm a life, I ain't never had
I was raised, dad rob'n trains, speed in dem zip bags
Hogs round the block, blaze'n weed in them zigzags
Cuts, wit rockers, and such, and Coke lines on Maytag's
For me dis was normal, but now for my kid dis is not
If I was ta die right now, I know I left them a better shot
In every thing I do, I'm always, give'm the best I got
Remember Pops Loves You, Let it Never Be Forgot!
You Know my Heart, you Know my Pain
I look to You, as I stand in the Rain
The Struggles Real, it ain't ever changed
Eyes watered up, glance'n out that, Windowpane
You Know my Heart, you Know my Pain
I look to You, as I stand in the Rain
The Struggles Real, it ain't ever changed
Eyes watered up, glance'n out that, Windowpane
Big Crocodile Tiers, fall from the clouds, around here
Shattered dreams, Shattered hopes, of all our dead peers
I think about this shit, I grip upon the wheel, it's hard ta steer
I pull over the wipe at mounds, just ta have a couple beers
As I glance up at that Skyline, I tell myself I'm Just Fine
But every time I blink, I see my hommie, in that Chalk Line
I see it in my mind, and on the news, another Headline
They always pitch the story, fucked up, words from the Grape Vine
Ta yall, we just fucked up, from a fucked up, place
We just try'n ta stack some paper, and not ketch a fuck'n case
We keep the heat, ta keep our selves, and our kids safe
Cause there's monsters where I'm from, wit dreams of yellow tape
So every time I blink, I know that it could be my last
I be pray'n ta da Father, ta forgive me of my past
And I be work'n real hard, just ta make my kids laugh
And if you still be hate'n, you can, kiss my white ass!
You Know my Heart, you Know my Pain
I look to You, as I stand in the Rain
The Struggles Real, it ain't ever changed
Eyes watered up, glance'n out that, Windowpane
You Know my Heart, you Know my Pain
I look to You, as I stand in the Rain
The Struggles Real, it ain't ever changed
Eyes watered up, glance'n out that, Windowpane
Credits
Writer(s): Derek Sherwood
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