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- Busta Rhymes
- Been through the storm, through the cold and rain
Every things still the same
Cant control how
I feelSometimes its hard to keep it real
You see the luxuries in life, with the fortune and fame
Like them
Cadillacs with sunroofs mayne
So many ways to make a dollar
Huh, sometimes
I think about my father
You see, my poppa was broke, and my momma was young
Tryin to blend in with them city folk
Every day landlord knockin down my do
Wonderin where my next blessing is comin from
My momma and poppa, moved to the
U.S. as Jamaicans
Struggled to get visas and green cards through immigration
Though my pop was po, stayed away from crime and malice
Hard living gave him hard hands and callous
As a young and peep how much they loved each others space
His hard hands rubbin, against the pretty skin of my mothers face
Dig for treasure til his hands looked like hands of a junkie
So coarse, slap a mule and take the life from a donkey
On the other hand, mommy was the type to work two jobs
Never enough money, thats why
I got your whole crew robbed
Got older, developed ways of grippin the steel
Barely home for me to see her, or get a good cooked meal
Seek refuge in the alleged land of the free, lookin
Blendin in with city folk, down in
Flat bush
BrooklynFeel a little of my pain, follow and sing to it
Homey, I seen it all, if you aint knowin
I been through it
In other words
IBeen through the storm, through the cold and rain
Every things still the same
Cant control how
I feelSometimes its hard to keep it real
You see the luxuries in life, with the fortune and fame
Like them
Cadillacs with sunroofs mayne
So many ways to make a dollar
Huh, sometimes
I think about my father
You see, my poppa was broke, and my momma was young
Tryin to blend in with them city folk
Every day landlord knockin down my do
Wonderin where my next blessing is comin from
Got a little older, late teens, me and my crew would huddle
On the corner late nights, plottin to escape struggle
Nights got cold and still would hustle in the same place
In front of
Pancho Delis, now the freeze up on a nigga face1987
Reaganomics ever curious
To visit other cities, out of town kick was serious
Guyanese jeans bounce, put whatever slinger on
Whatever slinger came back, quickly brought me right along
Nigga ran away from home, doin different wild shit
Just to put a pair of
Filas on,
Didas onWreck is all for the good, gettin into shit
Like we innocent, actin older than should
Walk around broke in the hood, watchin all the rich niggaz
These younger thugs who try to choke and try to get niggaz
Thinkin bout my mom and pop, while
Im monopolizin
To hell with just gettin by and economizin
Its kinda hard bein humble in the belly of struggle
Doin things that probably get you in trouble
Thats why we stay up on the block, gettin money
While we keepin it safe in front of churchgoers keepin the faith
Mom and pop be worryin for they son, despite they struggle
And their honest livin, look and see just what
I becomeA scavenger in brute pursuit to be happy, another young and
Thats wildin across the line until somebody tryin to cap me, oh shit
I been through the storm, through the cold and rain
Everythings still the same, cant control how
I feelSometimes its hard to keep it real
Wooh, yeah, oh
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