Gully Stories
I'm thankful for a new day
Done Know Say it not Promised
Some things In Life You Can't
Change So Just Know Fi Keep Your
Balance
Life Keep Running Like
A Track Race Just Try Keep Up
With The Stamina No Lie I
Been So Damn Drained Busy
Searching for this answer
Oooh
Let Go Yourself and Free Your Mind
Ain't Hard To Tell Your Spirit's
Dying Break Down and Melts
Who Hear Ya Cries
This for both sex not picking sides
Cause everyone of us has been through trials
But niggas like us we keep it silent
Rude bwoy grow rough and squeeze
His iron outhere serving Niggas pain
And don't know why, Likkle Princess
She been running wild not even
Sixteen they done slut her out
But she's a victim mon touched up
Her Blouse no support, so she left
Her mother's house and got it how
She lives but lives in doubt still
A kid but its kids she pushing out
And Daddy Gone so here's a bastard
Child (Here it go)
Often Know it happens so often
So often in fact it's pretty normal
Repeated history of traumas and bad
Morals no guidance we confine in
Only sorrows and silence is approval
In these ghettos abuse is all you knew
And you won't let go never stop to peep
The clue that you were special
(Woaah woah woah woah)
And I mean every word from the heart
To all over the world from the north
Where it get dark we all Been faced
With a shitty deck of cards
Battling with old scars,Enforcing
Our pain and creating new wars
No solution involved, excuses
Become an illusion to our downfalls
Losing by default
(Gully stories, this ah Gully Stories)
Done Know Say it not Promised
Some things In Life You Can't
Change So Just Know Fi Keep Your
Balance
Life Keep Running Like
A Track Race Just Try Keep Up
With The Stamina No Lie I
Been So Damn Drained Busy
Searching for this answer
Oooh
Let Go Yourself and Free Your Mind
Ain't Hard To Tell Your Spirit's
Dying Break Down and Melts
Who Hear Ya Cries
This for both sex not picking sides
Cause everyone of us has been through trials
But niggas like us we keep it silent
Rude bwoy grow rough and squeeze
His iron outhere serving Niggas pain
And don't know why, Likkle Princess
She been running wild not even
Sixteen they done slut her out
But she's a victim mon touched up
Her Blouse no support, so she left
Her mother's house and got it how
She lives but lives in doubt still
A kid but its kids she pushing out
And Daddy Gone so here's a bastard
Child (Here it go)
Often Know it happens so often
So often in fact it's pretty normal
Repeated history of traumas and bad
Morals no guidance we confine in
Only sorrows and silence is approval
In these ghettos abuse is all you knew
And you won't let go never stop to peep
The clue that you were special
(Woaah woah woah woah)
And I mean every word from the heart
To all over the world from the north
Where it get dark we all Been faced
With a shitty deck of cards
Battling with old scars,Enforcing
Our pain and creating new wars
No solution involved, excuses
Become an illusion to our downfalls
Losing by default
(Gully stories, this ah Gully Stories)
Credits
Writer(s): Kewon Grant
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