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I can count all of my blessings on a stretch of night sky Pops told me never question any good that life supply 'Cause any fair weather come with heavy shares of downpours And I've drowned more times than I've ever bathed in light's spot Kept trying to shield the heart from the pressures of the market Held the album up, triggered, now I'm aiming my shot '80s baby, crack had cops and ADAs crawling the block And now I turn that damage into scribbled canvas, Basquiat Double Dutch after four, dope boy crushes galore That was 'fore I found out they was serving base to the door Basically that was when my childhood shattered, vase to the floor 'Cause for my folks, cocaine and vodka held a persuasive allure I ain't never had a trust fund, gold that wasn't plated, but Ever since the new moon, that glow been reinstated 'Cause my legacy rich, ain't got the bag yet Just some baggage and a closet full of skeletons, crypts The kind of blues that don't fade 'cause the stain too deep Went from sharecrop to murder capital, range too bleak. Generation gap shrinking as the pain increase So I'm trying to translate my trauma to whatever slang you speak This is my life unsung, cameras on record Memory banks is full of gems, might as well pay it forward If that sheet music ain't been bleeding, I don't believe what you scoring Signed your friend the tortured artist, that's the plight of a poet I'm 'bout to lay it all down, before it falls down Ain't never had no diamond rings or the finer things, but I'm still rocking my crown SongtexteAnd everybody got something with 'em I had to let it burn to get rid of 'em And if you wanna fly right quick, gotta give up that shit tryna weigh you down Don't know if some of this shit should be shared, to be fair Keeping it mum is how the worst of y'all's assumptions are fed. And let the lyrics tell it, some of these rappers functionally dead That's where I come in, hella late, but I ain't punctually led See, the times ain't always been kind to my branch of the pear tree Son of Virginia sharecroppers, dad tried to spare me Went from seeing white hoods late night on the family land To living in red-lined hoods, four babies, a family man Street gigs twenty-four seven, we feared for his protection Bullet scar still on his back, bruh, the ave was Afghanistan, Lord Lord knows that they done tested the kid Didn't believe in demons 'til I saw Pops wrestling with his No cap, started wearing his stress like a hand-me-down That's why I'm undressing these emotions on record to finally clear it Getting freedom from these bars like Joanne Chesimard Trying to sing unburied like I'm Jesmyn Ward See, the crown ain't as heavy when the load laid bare Heir to love unburdened, that's the light of a poet, Roc I'm 'bout to lay it all down, before it falls down Ain't never had no diamond rings or the finer things, but I'm still rocking my crown And everybody got something with 'em I had to let it burn to get rid of 'em And if you wanna fly right quick, gotta give up that shit tryna weigh you down I'm 'bout to lay it all down, before it falls down Ain't never had no diamond rings or the finer things, but I'm still rocking my crown And everybody got something with 'em I had to let it burn to get rid of 'em And if you wanna fly right quick, gotta give up that shit tryna weigh you down Aus Songtexte Mania