Let It Go ILL BILL

[Verse 1: Q-Unique]
A Puerto Rican father, an Italian mother
Born in Brooklyn sometime around the summer
With my little baby brother we a family of four
Getting by, cause the family was poor
And before the family [?], we was all kinda happy
Before the divorce, before sadness would grab me
An evil in pops [?] kept her smiling
Channel 9, Thanksgiving, Monster Island
Zombies in front of the TV, a reality escape
Mom prays, her morality's at stake
Formality of faith was blind, but it saved us
From the chaos that awaited in the streets
Streets of New York was my pop's playground
Sadistic, selfish bastard that never stayed around
But it was all for the better though
Whenever we was left alone
Settle for whatever, mom said we gotta let it go

[Chorus]
Oh oh oh, my world
It's getting much better
There's laughter instead of
Tears and sorrow

My world
Really is something
It's making my heart sing
It keeps my smiling