Chapter 35 ft. Myth Got Beats Lyrics

This ain't no rap song, this just a real song

Let me talk

Yo

Writing letters to my bro stuck behind the wall

Chin is in my chest, and from my eyes I feel emotions fall

Wish I could've made it happen before the cuffs clicked

Sacrificed your family and freedom tryna make us rich

Niggas tried to slander your name, but not in front of me

Reaching out for dap when they walk pass me, the audacity

That's why I got up out the streets and made a covenant

Gotta thank my wife cause without her I'd drown in sucker shit

Moving momma outta the ghetto still on my bucket list

Ironic cause the ghetto's the only place that we ever lived

Down the way part of the reason I'm this man today

Alma Ave, eleven five, the reason why I rap this way

Still grandpa homie told me what they eat won't make me shit

So ain't no pringles when we bussin' cans tryna stack them chips

Before the bands it's only silence, nothing out a haters lips

Earn a couple dollars, watch them potty mouths be full of shit

All I ever wanted to do, was make my father proud

And on occasion see some hands waving as I move the crowd

Deep down, feeling my potential is forever showing

Still I'd trade it all to hear the Doc say there's no tumor growing

Sat in that hospital, hiding every ounce of pain

Momma on that operating table, Lord intervene

Sister in law having multiple seizures

Got me feeling like, God damn when we gon catch a breather

Daddy body breaking down, I think he drinking again

As you can guess I been stressing like it's the latest of trends

Just to balance out the losses, we need thousands of wins

Praying daily, waiting for all of the drama to end

And it did

Cause Diesel made it home and momma still with us

Every day's a fight, if you survive then you's a real winner

Yea

Said every day's a fight, if you survive then you a real winner

Real shit

See sometimes

So much negativity happens back to back to back

To Back

It's like you can't breathe

But shit, if you still here to tell your story

You survived

Salute to all the survivors

Word

What we seeing through social media and the news

Cops killing us and all kind of stuff like that, it's like yo

It's strange for people to expect for us as black men to be rational

In all these irrational situations

You know cooler heads prevailing, and me using the music

To get off this aggression so that when I am presented with these irrational situations

I can keep my calm

Because I've allowed for my music to be my therapy