tryna believe all the things that my mama said
every night when she put me to bed
kiss to the head, pray for your health, pray for family, pray for our wealth, pray we had shit to eat
(chorus starts playing in background)
stereotypically a product of Society
my father left the house when I was 6
didn't say shit to me
wouldn't even matter if he did that
that man is dead to me
had to pick myself up, force my growth, stand on my own two feet
learning lessons, learning to take the pain, and count it as a blessing
my Guardian angel would still make me better myself,I swear she planned it, preventing me from getting stagnant
so this goes to all the real ones
like my momma, you had your fears huh?
Never showed it, you hid your weakness
almost started to doubt it but you raised a real one
a winner albeit a sinner with the skills to kill ya
bring it back, put it on repeat, might make a deal ya
like my forefathers I figured I'm worth more than they're givin,
bring it back , put it on repeat, might make a deal ya
these are the days where sinners are winners, your lovers will kill you and children are dealers,G-G-gone are the ways, ways of the past ,2x( that shit, it didn't last )
(Verse 1)
Mama's wisdom, bedtime creed,
Kissed my head, planted the seed.
Prayers for health, family's embrace,
Wealth to conquer, food on our plate.
Society's child, a label they claim,
Dad split at six, whispered no name.
Dead to me now, a ghost in the past,
Picked up the pieces, built to last.
Pain turned blessing, lessons I learned,
Guardian angel, my hunger unburned.
Breakfast she'd make, a divine design,
Stagnant waters, she kept 'em from mine.
(Chorus)
Real ones like Mama, fears concealed,
Weakness hidden, strength revealed.
Doubted at times, but a winner you raised,
Sinner, yes, but skills amazed.
Million-dollar mind, forefathers' creed,
Repeat the mantra, plant the seed.
(Verse 2)
Sinners are winners, the world's turned around,
Lovers turn killers, deals on the ground.
Gone are the old ways, a fleeting dream,
The past is a memory, it would seem.
(Chorus)
Real ones like Mama, fears concealed,
Weakness hidden, strength revealed.
Doubted at times, but a winner you raised,
Sinner, yes, but skills amazed.
Million-dollar mind, forefathers' creed,
Repeat the mantra, plant the seed.
Mama's wisdom, bedtime creed,
Kissed my head, planted the seed.
Prayers for health, family's embrace,
Wealth to conquer, food on our plate.
Society's child, a label they claim,
Dad split at six, whispered no name.
Dead to me now, a ghost in the past,
Picked up the pieces,built to last.
Pain turned blessing,lessons I learned,Guardian angel,my hunger unburned.Real ones like Mama, fears concealed,Weakness hidden, strength revealed.Doubted at times, but a winner you raised,Sinner, yes, but skills amazed.
Million-dollar mind, forefathers' creed,Repeat the mantra, plant the seed.Sinners are winners,the world's turned around
Beg for help maybe you'l be found
WORLDPATTERNZ
