Tayyib Ali - Dear Lord | Текст песни

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• Tayyib Ali
• Dear Lord

Yeah, oh it’s the realest shit
Dear Lord, I want it, so you… tell me something
Growing up I was crazy, same streets I lost my mother
And since we talk in public, I can’t tell you about my brother
I guess he thought them niggers couldn’t touch him
Yo, can I live without struggle
When we was fourteen, we stop going to school
Rapping all day… trapping all day off
One day I’ll make it to New York in time!
But until then, I’m on my grind, niggers dying and shit
Still got my own … on the riot and shit
Sometimes I cry for a bit, but then my homie told me what was life
Same night I got… so I’m trying play the game right
I’m a star and I know it, it’s all in the dirt
But when I’m hurt, man I still don’t show it
Even though what mattered to me it will never change actually
It will only make me a man,
yo it’s easy to do the same thing with both your people’s in jail
And that’s the reason you ain’t have to be on that….
And all the things I’m doing, I’m doing it well
Cause if I step in here, I’ll be … in jail for real!
Chorus:
Hustle all the time, just trying to get it right (all night)
I pray to God that we’ll make it through the night (all right)
I gotta make the best out of life,
Get it for cheap, or pay the price (right)
Yeah, hustle all the time, just trying to get it right (all night)
I pray to God that we’ll make it through the night (all right)
I gotta make the best out of life,
Get it for cheap, or pay the price (right)
Yo, if I keep my faith in God, I can shine what the time come
The grind got me … like the …
I know some niggers put their future right behind them
Crystal right besides them, never worry about the outcome.
..I can’t do that shit!
No pussy, no weed, no studio
I’m hell serious, I know I sound goofy, though
But this the story of my life, I grew up, while some don’t make it
And the skinny niggers pat guns, stick it on their arms.
Nightmares on the floor, woke up early in the morning
I feel it like it’s filthy…
Wanna feel the disadvantages, tell my niggers, you don’t understand a shit
I inspire people, don’t try win a Grammy with
Crooked, let it swam on some baby…
I just hope I see the day that I understand a shit!
Chorus:
Hustle all the time, just trying to get it right (all night)
I pray to God that we’ll make it through the night (all right)
I gotta make the best out of life,
Get it for cheap, or pay the price (right)
Yeah, hustle all the time, just trying to get it right (all night)
I pray to God that we’ll make it through the night (all right)
I gotta make the best out of life,
Get it for cheap, or pay the price (right)