Lyrics

Swear my lifestyle's chaos It's got me drowning in these spirit's like a seance And I can't get a day off I broke away from these friendly haters I swear for some it's like a day job We stay thorough, still we're straight mob Broken dreams is what we're made of Round here you're either prayed for or preyed on We all came up on these grey blocks Real concrete jungle Round here you just a stray fox Round here I'm like Tookie, you just Jay Foxx Flipped side now they wanna see me caged off Life, what a waste of Let me tell you what I'm facing Assalamu alaikum My name's Jamel and I ain't got no mainstream education They was in detention I got segregation It just fed my fascination I can't sleep on violations Gotta rise to the occasion So ask me who's my inspiration I 'on't wanna make that statement All that time just taught me patience Potter Payper had 'em training (In every heart) But do you know what I don't get Potter (There's a hole) Certain man look at this lifestyle (There's a space) And think this is the way you wanna live (For something new) Waking up in the morning (At every start) Not knowing when the next meal's coming (There's a goal) Stepping out in a jungle full of snakes (There's a place) Not knowing who's got your back (We're running to) That's why real will always recognise real
Writer(s): Jamal Bousbaa, Conor Mulcahy, Ari Najim, Michael Fournier, Emma Herlihy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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