David Banner

David Banner - Living (Featuring Devin & Kamikaze)

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I'm livin today

(Chorus-Devin) 1/2x

I don't know if it'll be alright, it'll be ok

If it'll be alright, it'll be ok

If it'll be alright, it'll be ok

But I'm living today


I've been checkin out this reefer 'bout an hour and it sounds so soothin

It's kinda hard to write this one and keep the track movin

Barbeque with weed and brew is how we usually do it

Get it dumpin while we pumpin up some good music

Can't afford to lose it, hobbied to a full-time job

Keep my track record clean for those who wanna pull my card

It's kinda hard on a brotha with the struggle and all

But all I can say is just keep hustlin and y'all

Got to love it live it, ya can't be in it for nothin

'Cause there's too many niggas out there who witness this shit,

it's not fair

Nobody to blame for your misfortune and fame

Just tryna' take the right road, please, call Jermaine

I've seen rain, but now it's pourin

And at least I gotta have a Sweet when I wake in the mornin

So let's just all do our thing like an orchestra does

Pass the shit around so we can all get a buzz


(David Banner)

I can't blame it on my mama, nigga I knew she was broke

No education so she spent the last check on some dope

Hovers to John's and my father never seen the funds

But I heard he was locked in jail keep his nuts on his tongue

Who gives a fuck, the government can lick the sweat off my dick

They put crack off in the hood and lock us up when we trip

A little dough, ask them hoes what they put in here for

I heard birds fly through the wind, then they land at your door

Hot sex all night until my body gets numb

I'm too nervous to relax so I bail when I come

Can't get alone with my folks so I dump on them fools

Basketball is all they taught a young nigga in school

Fuck your foot, and your basket, you can lick on my balls

My school don't have the internet so I stuff crack in my draws

And if y'all know a better way, then y'all help me escape

From this hell that I live everyday



Dear Lord, please forgive me, I've sinned against your land

I've lived this life so hella trife in this pursuit of loot and fame

You saw your child weapin on his knees at night in vein

And it's a way from tryna' get off in this game

But if it's all the same, can I digress, I've struggled, nonetheless

Make my first mistake of learnin how to drink and smoke the cess

Did my best to tread water but it was just as I feared

At the time I needed friends that was the time they disappeared

See I got jeered in every corner, couldn't hang 'cause I was broke

Thought he had a record deal, it seemed to be the runnin joke

And it's just enough to drive a soul of man to drink and smoke

Just enough to make a college grad go out and sell dope

And it was never "how ya doin", never "can I help"

"Can I share this wealth", I guess I have to make it by myself

Could it be the situation came from dirt that I had done

Havin no earthly idea where my next dollar's comin from

Didn't give a damn if daddy all alone up in this world

Didn't care anotha nigga had helped to feed my baby girl

Didn't care that Kamikaze just broke down from all the stress

Wasn't there at six that mornin, when my car got reposessed

I thought y'all was my homies, but I guess it's just as well

You left sho' 'nuff, you're rock bottom and I'm a let y'all burn in hell

You're bitches

(Chorus to fade)

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