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letra de new chapter - joe $cott

[verse 1]
been praying for answers but i’m by myself
but i don’t wanna say that god don’t help
but it really feel like he ain’t even there
and like i’m wasting my time with every single prayer
but i can’t get shook in my beliefs
not shook when the metals tucked between your briefs
and we try to listen to what they preach
until we fed up and put on a mask with no skiis
cause i ain’t never been rich n-gg-
so why am i worried about that sh-t n-gg-?
the end of this story don’t get better
tasted tears of defeat and that sh-ts bitter
maybe i’m not thinking right
need my mind to soar like i’m taking flights
only really feel high when i’m on the mic
hope i’ll be alright in the limelight
because n-gg-s already lie to my face
and money talks while they plot silently
can’t even front like my life is great
it’s hard to be okay when you don’t know your fate
but i’m tired of being p-ssed up
only smoke to be feeling g-ssed up
learning to let go of the past sucks
but the scars are there and they’ll always last huh

[hook]
i know it all
i will not fall
i’m born to ball
my word is law
the world i know
the cash the hoes
the lights, the gold
i’m never sold
on anything that you n-gg-s show me
this life that i’m living so lonely
but at least my sh-t ain’t phony
yeah i’ve failed before but i ain’t mourning
while i’m penning my story this nightmare is adjourning
imma just go to sleep and make a new chapter in the morning aye

[verse 2]
they don’t really know me
sinning from the start, the most unholy
only got a few homies
so these speakers knock when i’m feeling lonely
and that has really shown me
that i gotta mature and start the growing
going back to the old me
heart as cold as your wrist, the world can blow me
they claim they blood but want to spill yours
and the truth is something i’d k!ll for
but you know not everyone will feel yours
so you shut them out with them steel doors
and then it’s back to the lab
back to the pen and the pad, banging them beats
they don’t know nothing bout that
how i’m grinding to be able to eat, please
i just write stories like write my rhymes
work late night without overtime
blow off some steam without holding iron
and then drop some heat like i’m stoking fires
but i ain’t really worried, i’ll just continue being discreet
and just fall back from the b.s. until me and the squad can feast

- joe cott

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