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letra de thank you - jay anfernee

[verse 1: jay anfernee] scrawny teen boy staring daggers at a picture frame. knock it face down, regretting all the memories. maybe this whole life would be a failure since i wasted a good portion on dreams and enemies
reminiscing the times of pure innocence. rent collectors knocking down the front door, ignoring the only promises we had to offer: the product of poor wage and very rich labor
listen, i had to find a way to channel my pain, so i thank you, momma, for showing me the world through your misguided actions dividing me with fractions. still, my life and times in music is yet to be told
huh. you told me make use of what i can do, and the person who doubts me the most is you, the ghetto rosa parks herself. am i mistaken? i’m still gonna ride the bus through the streets full of jims crowing at all walks of life. the affluent ones are always in check. a gold chain, silver chain, everywhere a d-mn chain. all i got is an albatross in my neck
see, you taught me positively and negatively. indeed, you got fair payment. my mistakes are taking over your cl-ss. you’re free, now dance to my entertainment

[hook: linda martin] i thank y’all for showing love to me. i appreciate this unique opportunity. i’m gonna rock so hard, you’ll never stop supporting me. let me show you how music brings meaning to life. (x2)

[verse 2: tetneek] this the moment i flash back, back to the pad. can’t focus on the moment with a camera with cracked gl-ss. my past raps been braggadocios. mishaps turned opportune, they tried to show me the motions
time to give thanks. told me that chick was just a big sk-nk. told my homies ain’t always for me, so get cash. filling up my real sh-t tank, ain’t always eye to eye but we murder problems, it’s choking on cyanide
what the doctor prescribed the opposite i supply now. i’m popping, nah that’s you ain’t copping a child now. been just try’na survive, took advice i wanted to hear to double my grind
big-headed, so i pack a muscle in mind to tussle with those who rush sh-t, no artistic design. my part isn’t defined by farce between the lines. remarks would leave me blind, i ain’t listening to the lies

[verse 3: flakes] i’m on my way going and i’m almost there. every time it feels like i’m getting lectured here. been going wild with my words, knowing i can’t stop. not gonna be another odd one out with out any of a single doubt
been in my room with a mic, and i’m ready to pop another bottle on the rocks cause i’m almost on my way up. came from a land of rivers: with as tall her body was, it gave me shivers
culturally enriched, i’d give my last liver to experience it all again, all tall and thicker. average joe, fresh off the indies, west!! rocking it hard since my first birthday p-ssed me
i’m bouncing up the social status, or what it used to be. back expressing how, why it made me a proclamation of appreciation: notes, rhymes and this wholesomely great situation
as devine as it feels, i like this education. possibly more could come cheering my way. so i sincerely say, in my own simple way, heart-felt and straight: thank you

[hook (x2)]

- jay anfernee

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