Testo BJW - Oswin Benjamin feat. Blackway & Tamy Stevens
Testo della canzone BJW (Oswin Benjamin feat. Blackway & Tamy Stevens), tratta dall'album Joy Comes In The Mourning
Yeah yeah
This for Joey
Leon
Nights in the back of the nissan
This for The times When a nigga ate sleep In the dark
When there wasn't no food to feed on
Yeah
Me And Steph Slept in sweat suits When land lord didn't put the heat on
She Was Lois When I was Clark Kent
Joe Clark when I need someone to lean on
That's a fact tho
My back bone
I done took some L's
But nigga when Najee passed
Couldn't handle that
Black John Wick On wick
In fact A nigga did snap When his dog died
Memorial wicks turned to metaphors
I thought of keeping heat
To keep my dogs alive
Heihachi with tech inside (Tekken)
El Mariachi off the reposado
But to kill a nigga (Taquilla) nigga isn't far Fetched
When pain turn a deacon to a desperado
Mother Mary to Griselda Blanco
Seen that shift too much
Even the Indian givers I know Don't Take Back Shit
And don't give two fucks
Nah
So the Hail Marys and Palo Santos ain't clearing the air for me
I pray my legacy's more then my face on a shirt and some hennesy
It's like GTA how they leave you wasted
See your greatness then cut it short
I pray my destiny don't get abbreviated on Naj
This is for the Brothers in that back that stuck around
For the ones that held my crown
When it was falling down
I see you
I feel you
Every step of the way
I hope these steps that I take
Make you proud of Me
I miss the school days in Ghana me
And my niggas start fights whenever they'd tease us
Never took an L in the lunch room
Only to get my ass whooped by the teachers
Shipped me to the land of the free
With a hand full of keys to the doors for the dreamers
So high school was like messin up laundry
Fuckin with a colorful girl by the bleachers
But
Soon after the depression hit
When the pressure hit
Turn teacher's pest to a pessimist
Takin a bunch of a pills cus a specialist had to tell em this
The American dream tellin me I aint shit till makin em dollars
And you try tellin yo African Mom you dont wanna go to college
When ya brother got into Cornell
Sister went to UPenn
Oldest sister went to Brown
Even yo step mom went to harvard grad
Which makes it hard to call yo dad and tell him your decision
Wishin
That ya fam will empathize with yo condition
Isnt it ironic
They all had my back a nigga is this iconic
Relatively speakin tho
So as my moment comes I promise not to ruin it
My sister saves lives and plays my music while she's doin it
So this is for the
This is for the Brothers in that back that stuck around
For the ones that held my crown
When it was falling down
I see you
I feel you
Every step of the way
I hope these steps that I take
Make you proud of Me
Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Marcus Fitzgerald Jr. Rucker, Leonard L Latouche Sr
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