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Brother Ali - Rain Water lyrics
"A question was raised to me the other day Why I seem to always have joy Well I’d like to take time to set the record straight" "all the joy ive ever known has disappeared" in the motherfuckin thin air like its never even been there my joy done left me ya'll shit, ill never hang my head though Gods rain water flows threw the same gutter that we walk today Gotta stay brave brother, keep your lip stiff, keep your fist clenched At times you gotta kick your way threw this bitch And I cant stop feeling guilty smiling A wise man once told me that every cloud has a silver lining I wanted to believe him, but it’s a trick to find ‘em When the people around me continue dying Granddad was in the twilight of his life When he closed his eyes tight and opened his wrists wide What make a 10th round fighter with a winning score Decide he need to throw a towel ’fore the whistle blow Maybe ill never know But I inherited his poetic soul so symbolism’s yet to show Was life so obscene that deaths most serene Or was an old author trying to write his own closing scene Nothing stings like, knowing that the woman that gave me this life Is being eaten from the inside, I thought we’d never make shit right I wish I’d viewed it once clear ‘fore you were done here that’s two in one year that I let leave here Loving me without shedding one single tear Either I’m one of the strongest people left Or ya’ll should stone me for even trying to steal breath And Gods rain water flows threw the same gutter that we walk today Gotta stay brave brother, keep your lip stiff, keep your fist clenched At times you gotta kick your way threw this bitch[x2] They say shits bad for you, all by yourself aint’cha? Damn straight, I got a jail cell nature Been boxed up but I never been settled in Him got tough started developing leather skin I learned to make that face that tells predators Its better to reassessjust who you’re bout to wrestle with I’m on one like the first kick drum of the beat Clear my lungs, spit blood on the street They telling me we got nothing to fear but fear itself But I fear I have no human fear left Some day I’m gonna want to peel back these calluses And really feel life again, and that’s where my challenge is I been kicking and biting for so long And when they throw me a rescue rope ill be too weary to hold on and see the light So I sing through the tears and the key of life the way a wounded ego might And Gods rain water flows threw the same gutter that we walk today Gotta stay brave brother, keep your lip stiff, keep your fist clenched At times you gotta kick your way threw this bitch[x2] My joy done left me ya’ll She don’t show her face around these parts every time she comes she gets chased off So she stays distant If it weren’t for me squinting, he wouldn’t know the sun was out I hate every word that come out of his fucking mouth Ladies treat him special, don’t know nothing bout him They saw what his wife see, they wouldn’t fuss about him He cant do shit right but rap and make babies And babies need daddy at home consistent But rap keep daddy on the road religious So even in my true loves, my souls so conflicted My son came into this world innocent He deserves everything that he needs to live in it And this home I made for him is broken I’m hoping his love for me will never grow thin It hurts daddy to no end and no when You’re crying at the hospital I’m out trying to rock a show I made a vow that we’d never be broke again And I’d never be a burden on another friend So when I sweat it on my farewell stage And wrote my last hook in my last rhyme book When I get the last nod of approval from my family This is the man that I have to be And Gods rain water flows threw the same gutter that we walk today Gotta stay brave brother, keep your lip stiff, keep your fist clenched At times you gotta kick your way threw this bitch[x4] "Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone You ever felt that way" |
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