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| Magic - So Tired |
feat. Trouble (*Trouble singing*) [Intro] I'm trying hard, just to find my way Find my way, find my way Over and over, to the Lord I pray The Lord I pray, the Lord I pray I'm smoking weed, just to ease my mind To ease my mind, to ease my mind I'm steady debating, cause niggaz is hating But Lord knows, it'll be alright-alright [Hook] I'm trying hard, just to find my way Hoping I could see, a brighter day (I'm so tired), over and over to the Lord I pray Hoping everything'll be ok (I'm so tired), I'm smoking weed just to ease my mind Through all these tribulations, of my life (I'm so tired), I'm steady debating cause niggaz is hating But Lord knows, It'll be alright-alright [Magic] Before we get to whatever promised no show together, prize at the end for us Simply convinced, that the streets is the only friend to us Send us a comfort that'll, heal our hate To raise what's great, and expose what's fake And pray that release us tired, what we don't deserve to lead Before complaining on the, difference from your wants and needs I been appointed my word, and on a help you through your high's and low's Show you don't have to be afraid no mo' I love my sisters, but we'll put 'em down sometimes Independent, easily baited by the things that shine Crying inside completed perfect, beauty couldn't change what was issued The love that she looking's fo', one that this world can't give her Rock on mama you precious, nothing changed but life Bang them pockets with your profit, comes a dangerous price Shhh, hell couldn't keep us in shackles We head over heals, with the demons in back of us send a soldier to heaven [Hook] [Magic] I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired And I'm sick of dealing with niggaz, and all these fucking lies I keep my head in the sky, and pray that my niggaz make it My pockets aching, you getting my way of life I'm taking See I've been rapping too long, to say that I'm doing base I'm suppose to be balling, so please stay out my fucking face Welcome to the vault nigga, we keep it gutter but keep it real in the same breath Quiet as kept, you niggaz ain't seen nothing yet I humble my heart, hoping to keep this fire contained The world pressured me to murder, I got's no one to blame Still the same trying to change, but these streets calling Hurting my own kind, cause Mr. Magic love balling Hoping my mama, don't think she brought me up taught me to hate She just delivered me, in my heart believe me it's faith My mind is boggled at times, I sit and wait for the signs God gon deliver this anger, give me a piece of mind [Hook] [Magic] We in an everlasting struggle, the objective's to win my nigga Nothing pretend, we'll worry with every spin my nigga Treated my wounds, just took a second to heel neglect Comfort the soul, that know the sun'll only shine a second With no concerns and, maybe we'll change in time Shoot for the stars, and let what's artificial lag behind Then I'll be careful, who I'm hurting while I choose my foes Layed the same hands I helping, to feed and clothe me Beat up life for what so whatever, I'm allowed to reach Preposition to be the voice, of what's afraid to speak Baptized in fire, called in the face of Christ Till we expire, free to stumble at the steps of life A cruel world said the ghetto, till we fast asleep Vowing to never give us something, we allowed to keep For real and fake, same spot in the casket we Grew old too soon, and smart too late you feel that [Hook] |
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