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letra de backyard - ty brasel

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smoking black and milds in the backyard
they say i backslid got a bad heart
but i’ve been feeling stress weighing tough though
life hit you so hard i’m talking cut throat
my homie seen his momma in the backyard
laying face down when her heart stopped
he told me he feeling like he can’t cope
suicidal thoughts and it’s mental
talking to my brother trying to ease that pain
he barely see his daughter that’s the only thing
that’s keeping him from going crazy right now
consequences h-tting for the price now
i know this ain’t how it’s supposed to be though
all i see is death in these streets, cold
where we living in got me yearning
anguish in my soul got me burning, i’m burning inside
i seen my homie catch a 25 to life charge
and my homie was a victim now they both gone
now they celebrate his birthday from the graveyard
the other celebrating from behind the cell bars
but i know that could’ve been me though
running from the heat of the gunsmoke
so i know either way i must be grateful
i’m still alive to see another day, so i’m praying
hoping for that suffering to ease yeah
i just need some peace or appeas-m-nt
having conversations with my home boy
then all my problems let it breath yeah
i told him that my face shaking
my heart is breaking
it’s desperation
i’m under pressure, this here is dangerous
i said my g i need some prayer asap
he lift his head hard and this is what he said to me
lift your eyes up to god where your help comes down
life is a game ain’t no telling what your handout out
just know that’s refining you until you’re gold gold
homie you gon’ make it, do not give up on your soul
this is not the end, this is not the end
it ain’t over yet, i promise that
this is not the end, it ain’t over yet
cause that’s refining you until you’re gold gold
homie you gon’ make it, do not give up on your soul
just lift your eyes up to god where your help comes down
life is a game ain’t no telling what your handout out
just know that’s refining you until you’re gold gold
homie you gon’ make it, do not give up on your soul

- ty brasel

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