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PATHWAY TO ESCAPE
- VERSE 1:
- My pops just left my ass at two, left my Mama here,
- I guess that's why I feel like I need to be a rocketeer,
- that cock suckin' motherfucking doesn't know my name,
- it's like we were thrown in chains, I'mma go insane,
- 'cuz my whole entire life I thought the poverty was fine,
- single mom tried her best, but still the robbery and crime,
- was crazy in our area, look up Elyton public housing,
- you'll see why I love money with my stomach growling,
- thunder pouding, trumpet sounding, a hundred pounds,
- are on my back, I'm undergrounding, tell me to dumb it down,
- I've committed sins of Satan to fill these dinner plates,
- stabbed by these friendly snakes, but I been awake,
- that's why I'm sendin' hate, 'cuz he made me so mad,
- and I feel a bit of anger, is it crazy, no Dad!
- I shouldn't even call you that, I'm blocking you out,
- but it's been too long, you know what I'm talkin' about
- HOOK:
- I feel like I won't be nobody, feel I won't amount to shit,
- I got my first stack of money, wasn't much, counted it,
- and since then I guess I've been to proud of myself,
- I guess I looked back at the past when I doubted myself
- VERSE 2:
- Y'all shoulda got a divorce that you filed in court,
- that way you'd have to pay up all your child support,
- my mom had boyfriends who were abusing her,
- and my life was so tragic, that's why I'm Lucifer,
- this rage and this hate, frustration, anger and angst,
- I'm caged in this game and these chains are restrains,
- you left us, and Momma's poor, she has a lack of funds,
- she had a stack of ones and we saw crack and guns,
- I had abondonment issues, and I still need to be tough,
- I used to get fuckin' beat, and those beating were rough,
- I remembered our old neighborhood of gangs of thugs,
- it could have been avoided, all the 'hoods slangin' drugs,
- I really hope you fucking die, but you have new plans,
- you left us in shambles, we used to get food stamps,
- I waddle in greed, and soon I'll have a daughter to feed,
- but unlike you I'll support her and I'll water the seed but
- HOOK:
- I feel like I won't be nobody, feel I won't amount to shit,
- I got my first stack of money, wasn't much, counted it,
- and since then I guess I've been to proud of myself,
- I guess I looked back at the past when I doubted myself
- VERSE 3:
- Y'all wonder why I don't brag out those bad decisions,
- 'cuz I grew up in poverty, and y'all don't have to listen,
- and I ain't about bitches and hoes, the trash you're spittin',
- I'm all about the riches and dough, the cash you're flippin',
- and now my Momma inhales, that's why we're in hell,
- and we're the lower class, we exist, we've been real,
- I remember powdered milk, food stamps, and Medicaid,
- I remember Goodwill, Family Day, and that Section 8,
- that's nothing to glorify, neither are thugs toting guns,
- and neither is rolling up weed, and going smokin' blunts,
- and rollin' dope with the hash, toting and loading the gats,
- and that shit's so gangsta 'till you're closing the caskets,
- meanwhile I'm at the pawn shop, cashing both golden rings,
- you coward, saw a path of escape and ran the opening,
- my soul is cold and sings, free me and release my spirit,
- it's fucking crazy, and y'all wonder 'bout the peaceful lyrics
- HOOK:
- I feel like I won't be nobody, feel I won't amount to shit,
- I got my first stack of money, wasn't much, counted it,
- and since then I guess I've been to proud of myself,
- I guess I looked back at the past when I doubted myself
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