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letra de think 'bout (acappella) - king reynolds

lord wake me up
cus i don’t want to sleep
i’m think ’bout
i’m think ’bout
i’m thinkin ’bout
i’m thinkin ’bout
the blind minds
i was hanging with
hanging with!
i’m thinkin ’bout
all the time
that i wasted it
i wasted it!
i’m thinkin ’bout
getting money
should of saved it
i’m thinkin ’bout
i’m thinkin ’bout
life is …
what you make of it
i’m think ’bout
i’m think ’bout
i’m thinkin ’bout
i’m thinkin ’bout
money, reminiscing
where i could of been

i’m thinking bout
getting money
tryna make me rich!
people i met
down the road
know they did me wrong
i wore the same clothes
dirty, but i held on
there was weeks
where i couldn’t
even brush my teeth
toes peeling
couldn’t even rinse em
they couldn’t breathe
they couldn’t see
cus my shoes
still looked clean
scared to talk
to women
because of my hygiene
my mind bitter
that’s why my songs
i call em b’s
a change man
for the lord
is who i’m living for
i struggle tryna see
how the next person feels
i wake up worrying
where i’m gone get
my next meal?
time tells …
the real nigga
who was living real
rappers rap about
broke niggas
so i can’t relate
all my niggas broke
yaw ain’t
never in these streets
we ain’t scared
i shoot them videos
by myself
i’m out here
with a selfie-stick
i on’t need no help
local dj’s
scared to let me
do these shows
radios
scared of my lyrics
when they gone
let me get a spin
lord, why
i’m the only child
who ain’t living blessed?
when you gone
let me in?
i’m the only poor person
out of all of my friends
the lord protect me
from the pen
everyday
i was pushing
on the edge to drama
i got court
in new york
i was sleeping
at union park
cops wrote me
a summons
for nothing
them devils
lurked me
in the dark
the atmosphere smelly
i would sleep
near the trash can
begging to god
“for a little bit of cash”
man
my own illusions
i suffered
my friends never cared
but they keep asking
“how i’m doing”
everyday i swear
and they asked
“how i’m doing”
cus they knew it was bad
my illusions on my face
wasn’t hard to see i’m sad
so now, when they ask
i’m say, “i’m doing good”
even though
i’m getting money now
with this pain, i still smile

i could of been …
the next nigga
to get shot
by the cops
i was 18
standing near the block
they had 8 guns c-cked
ready to pop
when will it stop?
now, on the news
i’m watching
all yaw bodies go drop
it’s on the rise
one day, soon …
it has to stop
couldn’t reach
for my pocket
cus they would of
shot me
look at us
niggas dying
lord, i hope you got me
the police
pussy and paranoid
of jesus army
niggas died
blood shed
murdered and crucified
everybody’s chipped
lucifer’s, running out of time
rappers is dead walking
they ain’t spitting lyrics
like mine
everybody soul controlled
follow behind
like a dotted line
i’m in front
making the world change
i’m the reason
why every new law is made
i’m the one!
why i don’t feel like a slave?
i don’t work
i was rapping
i was broke
saying what i want to say
so i’m the reason why …
they got to adjust
i speak the truth
to the just and the unjust
eventually
niggas is just gone bust
when niggas ride and die
it’s how we build trust
now niggas live in fear
because they getting money
got tricked up
like a slave -ss dummy
when they wear tight-fitted
man i think that shit is b-mmy
when i dress loose
man i feel like i’m yummy
feeling like i’m good
with a slim -ss tummy
still rocking loose
skinny nigga
i’m the truth
skinny -ss nigga
still spitting in the booth
going on 24
last year
i was 22
whole lot of jimmy’s
nigga jimmy who?
looking real fresh!
like my tennis shoes
like a paw print
niggas ain’t got no clue
what the fuck to do
niggas tryna start a crew
get the fuck up off my d-ck
b-tches make me sick
i know that i’m the shit
i ain’t paying rent
i on’t owe no cents
i on’t make no sense?

- king reynolds

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