Yeah..
I got some shit I need to get off my chest
So just shut the fuck up and listen!
[Hook]
The realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my life, in my life
In my life… in my life, in my life, in my life…
The realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my life, in my life
In my life… in my life, in my life, in my life…
In my life, my life, my life…
[Verse 1]
Time and time again, I ask myself
Who’s listening?
Who feels my pain?
Who feels my thoughts?
Who’s on the road that I’m travelling?
But I can’t complain
These are just my words
You would feel the same if you was in my skin
If you was in my shoes
And you went all the days that I went struggling and hustling
If you spent all the nights that my momma cried
Those endless nights, those weary eyes
Everyone in the house would just fuss and fight
Flipping over furniture, grabbing knives
We’d call the cops, here they come again
All the things in life I couldn’t comprehend
We ignored our problems, we’d just pretend
That they wasn’t there, like they didn’t exist
In Eastside Decatur our situation made us
React the the way that we did
All the nights that we had to freeze
“Oh no, huddle up, here comes the wind!”
On a stormy night in a flooded house
I can still hear the raindrops pourin’ in
And they pourin’ in, it’s pourin’ in
I can still hear the raindrops pourin’ in
I got some shit I need to get off my chest
So just shut the fuck up and listen!
[Hook]
The realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my life, in my life
In my life… in my life, in my life, in my life…
The realest shit I ever wrote in my life, in my life, in my life
In my life… in my life, in my life, in my life…
In my life, my life, my life…
[Verse 1]
Time and time again, I ask myself
Who’s listening?
Who feels my pain?
Who feels my thoughts?
Who’s on the road that I’m travelling?
But I can’t complain
These are just my words
You would feel the same if you was in my skin
If you was in my shoes
And you went all the days that I went struggling and hustling
If you spent all the nights that my momma cried
Those endless nights, those weary eyes
Everyone in the house would just fuss and fight
Flipping over furniture, grabbing knives
We’d call the cops, here they come again
All the things in life I couldn’t comprehend
We ignored our problems, we’d just pretend
That they wasn’t there, like they didn’t exist
In Eastside Decatur our situation made us
React the the way that we did
All the nights that we had to freeze
“Oh no, huddle up, here comes the wind!”
On a stormy night in a flooded house
I can still hear the raindrops pourin’ in
And they pourin’ in, it’s pourin’ in
I can still hear the raindrops pourin’ in
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