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letra de where i'm from - aqthegod

[verse 1]
these youngin’s ridin’ till they ridin’ in a he-rs-
gang affiliated cause they poppa ain’t around
momma off at work, no guidance they poppin’ perks and
that’s just how it is in this dark side of town
you’ll be lucky if you reach 21, real sh-t!
can’t get a job but could get a gun real quick
cops crack down on crime that plague the block
we hustle to survive, fiends get high off the rock to survive too
cause we livin’ in despair, n0body really cares, i shed soo many tears
soo many years of oppression, got a n-gga goin’ hopeless, been sippin’ on patron f-ckin’ b-tches losin’ focus d-mn!
gotta get out my bag and get the bag (woah)
just to get all the sh-t that i never had (no)
on the road to riches just hopin’ that i don’t crash
know that i’ma make it rain cause rainy days don’t last
these rainy days gon’ p-ss
these rainy days serve a purpose
they humble me in every single way, that’s for certain yeah
really i’m just trynna beat the system who won’t send a fiend to rehab, but would send ‘em to a prison d-mn!

[bridge]
m-ss incarceration got us fatherless
know the kingpin on my block not who my father is
yea livin’ like it’s nothin’ to lose
and every time i’m on this stage i got somethin’ to prove uh!

[chorus]
pray for the days everything’s alright (alright)
where i’m from nothin’ ever seems alright (alright)
but p-ssy and patron make me feel alright (alright)
p-ssy and patron make me feel alright

[verse 2]
yeah, see i’m just damaged by the system
and all of the things that i seen on the screen
hov, meek, drizzy, touchin’ all of this green
while i’m in the crib faded contemplatin’ how to make it
we against all odds, they don’t wanna see us progress
rather trap our minds like they trapped us in the projects
but they won’t trap me, everyday i’m gettin’ wiser
we new slaves, but these new slaves wear designer d-mn!
steady be concerned about our vanity, i look at how we live and i try to keep my sanity
momma i can’t do a nine to five, rather let my dreams k!ll me, than make the white man’s come alive
i’ll be grindin’ till i’m buried in dirt, i know my worth and what’s worse is that we on borrowed time on this earth
if i slack then it’ll hurt
forever, cause i know that i was destined for better
i can’t settle for lesser
got my gun on the dresser and i’m ready to squeeze
ready to make the block hot just so my daughter won’t freeze
i ain’t feelin’ at ease, gotta watch for the d’s
man it’s cold out, it’s why my n-ggas got no degrees d-mn!

[bridge]
look at how we came up
virtually impossible to judge us if you ain’t us
(you can’t judge us)
come and walk a mile in my jays, this the city where it’s gritty uhuh, and crime pays

[chorus]
pray for the days everything’s alright (alright)
where i’m from nothin’ ever seems alright
(alright)
but p-ssy and patron make me feel alright (alright)
p-ssy and patron make me feel alright

(yeah)

- aqthegod

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