Story Behind The Song
Solid addictive beat, story telling lyrics, and amazing female vocals help bring this true life story of struggle to life.
Song Description
Solid addictive beat, story telling lyrics, and amazing female vocals help bring this true life story of struggle to life.
Song Length |
4:06 |
Genre |
Rap - Hip Hop, Rap - West Coast |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Duet Male/Female |
Mood |
Poignant, Heartbreaking |
Subject |
Pain, Encouragement |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Verse 1
This is for the frightened child crouched in the corner
You just wanna make father happy and stop all drama
No hugs just knuckles belt buckles and blood
Runnin' through a broken nose what you wanted was love
Livin? in filth but it?s all you know
From the mildewed towels and roaches to your rotten souls
Holes in your kicks get you picked on but you remain strong
Living in hell but you refuse to be a victim
Surrounded by pain, pollution and crime
Which you hold in your heart ?till you put it in rhyme
Hoping to tell of a broken home, how you made it out strong
Through the storm, of glass pipes and needles drawn
Your brothers gone, your sister is next
You get a pain in your chest when you think of their deaths
You hate life 'cause it ain?t right, wide awake midnight
Everyday a new fight, what you gonna' do in life?
Chorus
Time is in your hands
Don?t let it slip away
You control tomorrow
Don?t leave it to fate
Verse 2
Teenage single parent what you gonna' do
Be a fool and quit school, work a second job
Pursue a new life for you and your daughter
Fatherhood will test you; bring out the best in you
But are you man enough what do you stand for
What will you tell her when she asks why the worlds at war
In a country so rich why are we poor?
Why doesn?t mommy live here anymore?
You wanna keep her safe
Away from the killers and the freaks that rape
It seems there?s no escape
You don?t know who the baby sitter really is
Dropped her off at day care hopping that she lives
A life of joy, unlike yours
You smile on the outside but your hearts soar
Still dreamin? of holdin' mics, name in golden lights
You barely got time to sleep how you got time to write
Chorus
Verse 3
Now your life?s still got kinks in it
But your minds still got dreams in it
Years past but your pen still got ink in it
You dust the pad off and let your heart sink in it
Called Brooklyn had Donnan put the link in it
He made a track that brought you back to the day
You first heard words stroke drums followed by a scratch
But that was 84 twenty years have past
And now most rap on the radio is trash
Plus no ones heard of ya
No time for mic play when each day you?re raising a daughter
Payin? the rent, electric, gas, food and water
It?s time to take heed to the lessons you taught her like
You can make it if you try, spread your wings and fly reach for the sky
But tragedy is drastically keepin' you down
It?s so hard to get your feet off the ground
When you?re stuck to the street like blood on the pavement
Scared of a record deal 'cause it seems like enslavement
But you just got laid off, it?s time it all paid off
Worlds in chaos, Bush, Adolph
So you?re at every open mic, smokin? mics
Hoping light will penetrate the shadows that evoke strife in your life
Devotin? nights, pen tight, words fight deadlines,
Stay alive be strong this is your time
Chorus