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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mafi D
Mafi D
Background Vocals
Ellis Prescott
Ellis Prescott
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ellis Thomas
Ellis Thomas
Songwriter
Derrick Jones Jr
Derrick Jones Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tonik
Tonik
Producer

Lyrics

In the dark alone, tryna find my peace
Searchin' far away, feelin' far away, I'm home
When the whole world was gone, I was still chasin' the light
I recovered on my own
Yeah, used to cry myself to sleep at night, daddy, where you at?
Doin' life, 23 and one, in the cell, wishin' that I had you back
Mama didn't know how to be, all a **** had was the streets
Uncles locked, all I had was the block, young and dumb, gave my heart to a thot
Uno died, I ain't recover from it, fuck the **** who did it, I owe him somethin
I be thinkin' like, why am I still livin, when Adriel died, he wasn't doin' nothin
You can press a button and go catch you a hat, I was popped in the past and recovered from that
I didn't wear rubbers on my baby mothers and when I'm alone, I be questionin' that
When my grandpa was livin, I used to run straight to the kitchen
I didn't wanna hear his concernin' the money I'm earnin helped me with the tossin' and turnin
I wanted a bucket, I went and copped that and joyrided with Busta
I used to feel flustered when I was a youngin
I wanted it now, had to wait on my turn, I was feelin' the burn with a hole in me, crutches was holdin' me, still in the streets and my momma was warnin' me
Hit me a lick for some jewelry, I was the lick, what they do to me, damn, what a fool of me
Lie of the streets, it was new to me
Shot at them ****, they shot at us back
When they shot at the car, Mel got hit in the back
I recovered from that, if I had a chance to do this over again I would start it from scratch
Recovered on my own, I'm on my own shit
Treat my past life just like my old bitch
Never look back, always be a product of them trenches
Hustle every day, I'm on the road to riches
Recovered on my own, I'm on my own shit
Treat my past life just like my old bitch
Never look back, always be a product of them trenches
Hustle every day, I'm on the road to riches
In the dark alone, tryna find my peace
Searchin' far away, feelin' far away, I'm home
When the whole world was gone, I was still chasin' the light
I recovered on my own
Written by: Derrick Jones Jr, Ellis Thomas
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