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letra de nani - rk bottom line

[chorus]
i ain’t write this for a grammy
i wrote this for my granny

when she ask me what the music for
for the money or a humidor, nah
for the truth another foolish cause
she barely know hip hop just her boy
i mean she old she almost 84

but it makes her smile

[verse 1]
contradictory mindset
conflicted in time set
spent speaking on all the problems in my life
till i look back at all the children who barely survive worldwide
but they still grin love on they face
knowing as an immigrant i coulda been a family away
while living through art created by the formerly enslaved
made in projects to combat combating hate
i mean from a vulture im one step away
toeing a tightrope
freefalling with lines
bad plans and human needs duly weigh on my mind
dubious causes and the cost of the grind
while others k!ll to feed their kids who sift through toxic waste i mighta dumped outta sight outta mind
where we ship our garbage to the borders unkind
one mans trash is another mans treasure
but an americans trash is the burden of millions
still waiting on that iphone for my pleasure

[chorus]
i ain’t write this for a grammy
i wrote this for my granny

when she ask me what the music for
for the money or a humidor
for the truth another foolish cause
she barely know hip hop just her boy
i mean she old she almost 84

but it makes her smile

[verse 2]
she tells me stories of what britain done
all the religious wats that they begun
watching her neighbors slaughtered and old friends burn each other in streets
in tires for just being muslim hindu or sikh
after the country split trains would run in-between
filled with dead bodies with refugees underneath
my grandfather would go as a child with his parents find them under the dead bodies and give them lentils to eat
scarred em for life saw babies stole by their feet
and mess they were left with to their own would seek
after being looted all the gold from the streets
this the sh-t she witnessed between living in india and middle east
still indias biggest diamond sits in the crown of englands queen
still when i had problem she would listen to me
from a bad grade to cl-ssmate bullying me
i can’t fathom the empathy

[chorus]
i ain’t write this for a grammy
i wrote this for my granny

when she ask me what the music for
ifor the money or a humidor
for the truth another foolish cause
she barely know hip hop just her boy
i mean she old she almost 84

but it makes her smile

[verse 3]
letting your mind spaz in between guilt you should n shouldn’t have
struggling over nipsey’s p-ssing
i pen fidget distracted
having to watch royalty blasted
looking to own to my own royalties masters

comptemplating the distance between my situation and his
watching dirty litigation and struggling peers
the reprecussions of powers and jealousy lives

twin sides collide taking a thousand steps just pour your soul out
no doubt i

i really hate this censorship
can’t create with penmanship
only flex unsettling
take the wrong medicine
vacant beyond incredulous

nearly 8 billion stories on this planet at once

wonder why so comfortable only glorifying one

nearly 8 billion stories on this planet at once

wonder why so comfortable only glorifying

- rk bottom line

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