Quarantine Blues
Just another day in quarantine
Since 16 been burnin' hella trees
Rippin' 16's over beats that I eat and feast on
Fuck a MC if he or she, leak another weak song
Head up in the clouds, smokin' on some loud
Now I feel the sounds, write my thoughts down
Sit back and reminisce, escape into the mix
Cuz I, can do, any fuckin where wit it (yeah)
Gotta take it day by day, even when they throwin' shade
Even when the skies are gray, I stay wit my pen to page
I'm a dreamer and a poet
Mama raised a hustler, everybody know it
But even if they don't (shit), 'long as I know it
Every single second is a blessing in a moment
Minute after minute, and hour after hour, channeling my power
Can't relate to cowards (nah nah)
Haters always 'round the way, so I'm heavy in the paint
Tellin' stories of the days, mom's struggle gettin' paid
Work every single day, daughter born in '91
Wish I was born a son, so I could hurt anyone
Who put his hands on my mama
So fuckin' tired of the trauma and the drama
But it's fine, gotta just let karma
And keep writin' raps that's my sentimental armour
Yeah yeah
Mhm, yeah yeah
Oh oh oh
So if COVID-19 take me
My only regret - not makin' babies
Somewhere with my shorty
And tell my mom and I love her
Wahine in my fam keep me safe under covers
We been here all along
Stayin strong
Why they all livin' so wrong?
But I hope you feel love when you play my songs (aye)
My songs my songs (aye)
My songs my songs (aye)
Readin' books in quarantine burnin' hella tree
Eatin' too much sugar like it's fuckin' Halloween
I'm stressed and I'm anxious and tryin' not to show it
Trynna keep my head up, trynna stay focused
But the city feel like Gotham
Crooked politicians feel like I should run in autumn (aye aye)
Vote for but I am just a rookie
Straight A student but sometimes I played hookie (uh)
With my mom for a weekend sesh
Surfin' at the beach to relieve some stress
I just wanna kick raps front of all of ya
Part of why I love rap is nostalgia
Take it back to the 90s, my parents from the 80s
Third-gen thinkin' I should be in a Mercedes
But I just got bigger goals and plans
Grind to the top, and still be Jehzan
Reminiscin' on my last trip motherland
2019 I don't think they understand
How it really feels when your family is waitin'
Flying overseas, go through immigration
See progress takes the next generation
Trynna be the change I wish they was makin'
Since 16 been burnin' hella trees
Rippin' 16's over beats that I eat and feast on
Fuck a MC if he or she, leak another weak song
Head up in the clouds, smokin' on some loud
Now I feel the sounds, write my thoughts down
Sit back and reminisce, escape into the mix
Cuz I, can do, any fuckin where wit it (yeah)
Gotta take it day by day, even when they throwin' shade
Even when the skies are gray, I stay wit my pen to page
I'm a dreamer and a poet
Mama raised a hustler, everybody know it
But even if they don't (shit), 'long as I know it
Every single second is a blessing in a moment
Minute after minute, and hour after hour, channeling my power
Can't relate to cowards (nah nah)
Haters always 'round the way, so I'm heavy in the paint
Tellin' stories of the days, mom's struggle gettin' paid
Work every single day, daughter born in '91
Wish I was born a son, so I could hurt anyone
Who put his hands on my mama
So fuckin' tired of the trauma and the drama
But it's fine, gotta just let karma
And keep writin' raps that's my sentimental armour
Yeah yeah
Mhm, yeah yeah
Oh oh oh
So if COVID-19 take me
My only regret - not makin' babies
Somewhere with my shorty
And tell my mom and I love her
Wahine in my fam keep me safe under covers
We been here all along
Stayin strong
Why they all livin' so wrong?
But I hope you feel love when you play my songs (aye)
My songs my songs (aye)
My songs my songs (aye)
Readin' books in quarantine burnin' hella tree
Eatin' too much sugar like it's fuckin' Halloween
I'm stressed and I'm anxious and tryin' not to show it
Trynna keep my head up, trynna stay focused
But the city feel like Gotham
Crooked politicians feel like I should run in autumn (aye aye)
Vote for but I am just a rookie
Straight A student but sometimes I played hookie (uh)
With my mom for a weekend sesh
Surfin' at the beach to relieve some stress
I just wanna kick raps front of all of ya
Part of why I love rap is nostalgia
Take it back to the 90s, my parents from the 80s
Third-gen thinkin' I should be in a Mercedes
But I just got bigger goals and plans
Grind to the top, and still be Jehzan
Reminiscin' on my last trip motherland
2019 I don't think they understand
How it really feels when your family is waitin'
Flying overseas, go through immigration
See progress takes the next generation
Trynna be the change I wish they was makin'
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Writer(s): Jesand Amodo, Naohiko Seki
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