letra de quick16 saturday - instalment #22 - prada west
let’s blaze it now
more power to my people
who proceed to keep it real
and fight for freedom through the days in h-ll
my patience fell
as a kid i was troubled
had to battle through the bulling and live through the struggle
we were broke
my moma did what she could
i hit the street to flip some dollars
chasin’ grits in the hood
a lot of kids had it good
and i was jealous
no lie
i wanted nikes at my own
and i was lost in my pride
but paid attention
to the hustlers hustlin’
and touchin’ dollars
they follow
servin’ customers
suffering
put the worry in my moma
trynna live with [?]
but i was selfish and hungry
as a kid and distressed
with a fear of rejection
from my peers
while in question
i can hear them reflectin’
on cheers they projected
wasn’t easy as a kid
i fought for balance through change
to handle anger in my heart
i was channel my pain
one
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