Been Through the Storm [Mixed] Busta Rhymes (Ft. Stevie Wonder)

[Chorus: Stevie Wonder]
Been through the storm, through the cold and rain
Everything's still the same
Can't control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to keep it real
You see the luxuries in life, with the fortune and fame
Like them Cadillacs with sunroofs, mane
So many ways to make a dollar
Huh, sometimes I think about my father
You see my papa was broke and my mama was young
Tryin' to blend in with them city folk
Every day, landlord knockin' down my door
Wonderin' where my next blessing is comin' from

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
My mama and papa moved to the U.S. as Jamaicans
Struggled to get visas and green cards through immigration
Though my pop was po', stayed away from crime and malice
Hard living gave him hard hands and callous
As a youngin, peep how much they loved each other's spacе
His hard hands rubbin' against the pretty skin of my mother's facе
Dig for treasure 'til his hands looked like hands of a junkie
So coarse, slap a mule and take the life from a donkey
On the other hand, mommy was the type to work two jobs
Never enough money, that's why I got your whole crew robbed
Got older, developed ways of grippin' the steel
Barely home for me to see her or get a good cooked meal
Seek refuge in the alleged land of the free, lookin'
Blendin' in with city folk down in Flatbush, Brooklyn
Feel a little of my pain, follow and sing to it
Homie, I seen it all, if you ain't knowin', I been through it
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