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letra de the stroll - mr. fritz

(verse 1)

born ghetto/
raised on a poor level/
wondering if i’d p-ss adolescence; the four devils/
l-st, envy and hate/
jealousy so disgraced/
so i stayed on a righteous path and i know that you could relate, let’s/

take a stroll down this boulevard for a moment/
while i paint you a picture, see who i am if you want it/
was a frustrated youth with a father figure so strict and/
he’d always give me a whipping if i ain’t happen to listen/
my mother she was the glue for whatever we going through/
no financial benefits, she still bought me a genesis/
had me two older brothers, a younger sister a cousin/
and we couldn’t get along but i loved em with no discussion/
was a…straight a kid who didn’t see what straight a’s get/
on christmases, wasn’t seeing no benefits/
in retrospect…i was too young to grasp the situation/
started hitting l!cks/
kicked outta 3 schools for different sh-t/
ridiculous is what i thought at the time/
but didn’t care so long as profit was mine/
such a shame, but the thing was ain’t thinking them consequences were mine/
ain’t seeing prison so it’s all gon be fine, right?

(tim nihan chorus)

sometimes life will throw you for a loop, but um/
still chilling trying to make it off the stoop, and um/
still hustling trying to stay on my grind/
life is crazy, trying to take it one day at a time/
everything’s gon be fine, mama/
everything’s gon be fine, mama/
i know…i know…/
everything’s gon be fine, mama/
everything’s gon be fine, mama/
i promise…

(verse 2)
now i don’t f-ck with my brother, my father’s out of the picture/
and mama’s looking at me like i’m just a regular n-gga/
and while i’ve done lots of sh-t to give evidence to that statement/
what would you have done if you was in my position, i’m waiting/
for something to come my way, but it seems like it isn’t coming/
and all i wanted was to have the finer things since a youngin/
seeing all my favorite rappers all rocking the flyest sneakers/
and chains and rings the bling insane the game/
i had to play it/
i couldn’t explain it/
material sh-t was plaguing my thoughts, i had to face it/
but for them powder blue 11s, i would juke a reverend/
wicked thoughts of a minor out of control, i was so bold/
but it cost me a lot…was it worth it?/
and if my mama’s hearing this song…i wasn’t perfect/
but i had to do something to stop my stomach from rumbling/
so i hope for forgiveness and love…

(chorus)

- mr fritz

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