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letra de growing pains - mic priest

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verse 1
god got a plan for me, but i don’t believe in luck
grab destiny by hand and i’m strictly cuffed
you either lift me up or it’s all fisticuffs
show improve, rock it slow and smooth, i ain’t giving up

blood sweat and tears, what else you want from me
put a price on the same talents i got for free
brothers in striped collared tees copping pleas
for twisting leaves, that’s their cup of tea

we ain’t products of a bad tree, that’s make believe
they wanna chop the tree down so they taint the seeds
plain to see we tryna provide fam with daily needs
same with me, my desire is to safely breathe

the good lord will make a way and save the day
ain’t nothing changed, maybe a change of pace
at which days go by, you think it ain’t so, fine
ignore my two penny worth then pay no mind

chorus 2x
my growing pains was doubt when i wrote the rhyme
my breakthrough coming, lord please show me signs
smiling through adversaries like “bro, it’s fine”
push me to the edge, and still toe the line

verse 2
for every rhyme i wrote i give em a piece of my breath
for leisure i guess, had to get sh-t of my chest
sick and obsessed so when i pictured my death
i ain’t kicked the bucket cos i ain’t blown the lid off it yet

facts though, i had hopes
but my cash flow is restricted so i speak of it less
when opportunity knocked it was breaching my rest
you can only put your foot in the door if you reached for the steps

rapping ain’t helped to get rid of the stress
the effrontery when they question me, why you ain’t rich off the sweat
i guess like i ain’t drip of finesse
my people is sheep still getting fleeced for the check

god knows, i had a rough road chasing a grand
my girl came and gave me a hand when my funds low
we tryna stay fed, break bread, buss rhymes
sunshine, make hay and a safe place to lay heads

chorus 2x
my growing pains was doubt when i wrote the rhyme
my breakthrough coming, lord please show me signs
smiling through adversaries like “bro, it’s fine”
push me to the edge, and still toe the line

verse 3
battlefields rattle wills of veteran marksmen
its maddening my style a trademark of has-beens
raps weaned on garbage meant for trash bins
have dreams of being free, never trapped since

they want the new wave cos the tide has turned
i spread hope, a few saved when their mind returned
be a punk or choose grave with your pride unharmed
with respect dudes crave and only die to earn

falls apart at the seams never give up the team
compet-tion hot? time to re-up the team
blindspots in my field of vision, stevie wonder
walk tall on the rug they tried to sweep me under

cos the help you get depends on whose ox is gored
to hit the right notes, back to the drawing board
pulled a few strings but never struck a chord
it’s go hard or go home i never call abort

chorus 2x
my growing pains was doubt when i wrote the rhyme
my breakthrough coming, lord please show me signs
smiling through adversaries like “bro, it’s fine”
push me to the edge, and still toe the line

- mic priest

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