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letra de jah1 jazzy belle - jah1

i no a man who found a queen but he threw it away, had two children like herself but wasn’t thinking on his way, he hit the offo everyday with 6 cans he thought he had a slick plan, to raise up the jay, see that queen was my mother and father he came and went, knew him for 5 years of my life and always struggled to pay the rent, musta been thinking what’s the point, my ma was at the social just to feed us every night
i’ve seen the sights and grew the heights but since the little bro was born breathing seeing light, just after my uncle died odeed because he was dealing with too much inside 27 years old man and a part of me had died, still grieving for brigid remembering that big bright smile, that long flight home we just landed and had to say our final goodbyes
felt my mothers heart been sliced lead onto her feelings needing to be sacrificed just to see her in the afterlife, was going tru a disaster boy, but were were you, probly standing in a que, with a naggin & 20 blue, we’ve all made mistakes but for me i try and fix them, but not for you so when i see you again you gettin more then kicked bud, whatever’s on the floor be picked up jabbed and slipped up
remember all those emypty promises that i believed at first i shoulda told my mother way before all the drama that she should go and leave the c-nt
my father slurring grammar only showed misleading hurt
my flow can be deceiving but think i should expand the mind and go & f-ckin read book

yo it’s 2018 i’ve been here just over two decades now,still tryna plot with all my schemes
i think i’m living ina dream got all these essays now foggin up my f-cking screen
leaped like a frog when i stepped into the scene, these dummy’s barking like dags when asked to spit a 16, been grade a since 95 and since then, i’ve made my way through 22 years of this thing called life, my father had to many beers yo!, i guess he lost all sight, was 6 years old a kid filled with fright, feeling cold until my mother squeezed me tight, but when i grew to old to understand her feelings right? that’s when i need to write! gimme a beat that’s nice a pizza slice, cause nowadays everyday out for a cheaper price, one for themselves till they creep at night, was 9 years old heard the boys scream with knives the guards come around quick with there beaming lights but never penalize, these burned out cars yo the field is bright you need to work out hard cause in the streets they fight!

- jah1

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