Some survive
• Written by MrMatrix
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As a kid, felt too broke for the white folks,
Still shocked I survived nights full of gun smoke.
Went from suicidal thoughts to a heart gone cold,
Pain changed the way I move, changed my soul.
Raised in the mud with goblins and ghouls,
Learned real quick life don’t play by the rules.
Snitches got buried while the truth stayed hidden,
Fed still lookin’ for answers nobody givin’.
Truth hurt worse than a rope round the throat,
Whole city full of ghosts tryin’ hard not to choke.
Got issues with vengeance still stuck in my veins,
Tryna outrun the anger but it still know my name.
Judge probably give me twenty-five if I crash out,
So I bite my tongue every time I black out.
Lost a lot chasin’ numbness inside these drugs,
Now I’m just another scar built from where I was.
{Hook}
We was raised where the sirens sing,
Where broken hearts don’t mean a thing.
Everybody got scars they hide,
Some survive… some just die inside.
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I remember totin’ that .380,
Before I ever learned what love could make me.
Livin’ with no pot to piss in, no direction,
Just young and reckless, raised around aggression.
Cold nights posted up with the older crowd,
Tryna act hard, never show what hurt me now.
We was broke kids dreamin’ ’bout a better life,
But survival got us thinkin’ we was built for strife.
Mama stressed out tryna hold the house together,
While I’m outside thinkin’ pain gon’ last forever.
Started carryin’ anger like it was stitched in my skin,
Learned real fast how the streets pull you in.
Now I look back at the road that I chose,
All the bridges I burned, all the people I lost.
Tryna raise my kids different than the way I came up,
Show ’em love first so the world don’t change us.
{Hook}
We was raised where the sirens sing,
Where broken hearts don’t mean a thing.
Everybody got scars they hide,
Some survive… some just die inside.
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MrMatrix
Member since February 29 2020