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letra de project stairway - mistah f.a.b.

[verse 1: mistah f.a.b.]
never let what i been through determine where i’m goin’
sunny days soon to be comin’ for all the time it’s stormin’
made it through the rain and the snow, deserve some sunshine
can’t live my life, my life, runnin’ from one time
just one time, can i have it right?
tired of all these one night stands, eventually i wanna have a wife
made it out of the ghetto ’cause i was playin’ make-believe
turn your dreams to reality, yeah, that’ll make you believe
i come from where the wino be in front the store
and all he want is a dollar so he can buy some irish rolls
comin’ up, was poor, i used to rock my cousin’s clothes
daddy said he was on his way, i’m thinkin’, “what you comin’ for?”
just to lie to me and tell me that you’ll be right back?
developed a cold heart, mama said i shouldn’t be like that
them just the chips on the shoulders of us project kids
it was what it was and it is what it is

[chorus: bsmasha]
said i’m lookin’ out of my project windows
tryna find some inspiration (tryna find some inspiration)
sittin’ on these project stairways (project stairway, yeah)
hustlin’ out of frustration

[verse 2: young gully]
lil’ homie, you say you down, i was just broke, myself
was around them fiends, almost started doin’ dope myself
got exposed to them poles, even disowned my health
i came from holes in my clothes, now it’s goals and wealth
i’m sick and tired of complainin’, my n-ggas dyin’, it’s drainin’
caught up in crossfires with k!llers firin’ and aimin’
had to stop that livin’ bummy, leave my pain at the door
my mama stole some money from me, i just gave her some more
i show these youngins love ’cause they ain’t never made it before
the only thing the streets did to ’em was train ’em to go
i got more failures than wins, stuck in the h-ll and the sin
sometimes i’m lost with no clue and i don’t know where to begin
but still i get of my -ss, hop up, and get to a bag
used to be blind to the facts, it was like my vision was bad
gotta grind forward and now, f-ck all that wishin’ i had
watch my talent fall off and give up my position, my -ss, y action

[verse 3: mistah f.a.b.]
all i wanted was a pair of fresh nike airs
a fresh fade with some waves in my hair
herringbone chain with the earrings in my ear
and i be in there like swimwear
broke and poor, i been there
them projects, i live there
you ain’t from ’round, you can’t sit here
only junkies and winos in there
and the government don’t ci-nare
and the ratchet roaches, they live there
and it’s fleas and ants up in there
and they p-ss right there on them stairs
smell sh-t over there in the air
and it’s tough out here in the hood
and we always tryna get a jugg
on the corner right there, i stood
just tryna move all these goods
i was just tryna pay a few bills
lil’ rent, lil’ pg&e
and my auntie smokin’ d
and my mama just got clean
shouldn’t stress like this as a teen
but this was an everyday scene
start smokin’ h-lla weed
start sippin’ on codeine
in cl-ss, i fall asleep
i ain’t listenin’ to no teach’
and i sure ain’t goin’ to church to hear no liar talk and preach

[outro: bsmasha]
hustlin’ out of frustration
tryna pay these bills
mama need her medication
granny startin’ to get ill
my daddy ain’t come around
my brother’s fightin’ for an appeal
so the projects, i hung around
tryin’ not to get k!lled
i was a project kid
we was project kids
i was a project kid
we were the project kids
nah-nah-nah-nah

- mistah f a b

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