Blessings

Knock knock, who's there? Well, it's the coppas at my door

Fully ballied up, screaming get down on the floor

Tearing up my house, no respect for me at all

Pointing weapons at my fam, that's why my people hate the law

Swear, mums, I hate them all, no cap, that's facts

Got bullied up in school, so they hide behind a badge

They hate it when a uso tries to make it out the streets, lad

They hate it when a uso makes a little cash

So what's the point in trying? Might as well be a crim'

From the day I was born, born into a life of sin

But it is what it is, keep my head up and don't buckle

Was raised up in the shack so I know how to hustle

When in 18 now I'm 20 making moves

Had to wake up, I was sick of hittin' snooze

When in 18 now I'm 20 making moves

Had to wake up, I was sick of hittin' snooze

Now I gotta thank my mum and my dad for all them lessons

And sorry to my family for the times I had them stressing

Immature mind, lad, I took that shit for granted

Now I'm sitting in a cell and everyday I count my blessings

Now I gotta thank my mum and my dad for all them lessons

And sorry to my family for the times I had them stressing

Immature mind, lad, I took that shit for granted

Now I'm sitting in a cell and everyday I count my blessings

Talking to my family got me stuck up in my feelings

Yeah, I'm glad there doing good but swear mothers, yeah, I miss 'em

Hearing the first beep letting me know my times finished

Too many things to talk about to fit in 10 minutes

Now I'm heading to my cell where I'll be chillin' reminiscing

Pictures on my wall keep me focused on my vision

Reading my family's letters and looking at all their pictures

Used to see them everyday, now only see them when there's visits

Used to pray everyday for the day they set me free

They threw me in a cell with nobody, just me

Had to stand up on my own two feet

Always held my head high 'cause I'm still just a G

And now I'm out here and my heart still aches

For my usos inside, soon home out the gates

I know I'll see 'em soon, one night, one day

But for now I'll hold it down, and to the lord I pray, aye

Now I gotta thank my mum and my dad for all them lessons

And sorry to my family for the times I had them stressing

Immature mind, lad, I took that shit for granted

Now I'm sitting in a cell and everyday I count my blessings

Now I gotta thank my mum and my dad for all them lessons

And sorry to my family for the times I had them stressing

Immature mind, lad, I took that shit for granted

Now I'm sitting in a cell and everyday I count my blessings

Aye, yeah, this ones for my family

And all the ones that stuck by me

You know real ones are hard to come by these days

Eetswa, shoutout to my brothers still inside

Till we meet again, my usos

Eetswaa fuckin' oath, I'm out