Heathen - Y Me lyrics

rate me

You’re now listening to a grown ass man

I ain’t young no more

Mama, be proud of your boy, I ain’t dumb no more

I’ve seen it all, from kings rise to kings fall

And bosses ain’t bosses no more

Some win, some lost, and most Indians ain’t chiefs

Ain’t most chiefs ain’t … ashes to ashes and coffins to coffins

Prison bars to prison walls, prison yards to prison guards

I’ve seen it all, I’ve seen things that you wouldn’t believe

I’ve seen my mom shoot herself in the chest when I was 7

Do you know what kind of trauma that caused when I was 7?

I don’t think so, so I’mma break it down in a second

And treat my life like an open book, interview, from crumbs to finger food

Grew poorer than an orphan, nigga

Instead of drinking I was pouring liquor for speedy …

‘Cause you don’t know my struggle, you can’t match my hustle

You can’t fathom my love, why me

You can take me out the hood but not the hood outa me

So I ask why me?

‘Cause you don’t know my struggle, you can’t match my hustle

You can’t fathom my love, why me

You can take me out the hood but not the hood outa me

So I ask why me?

See the look in my eyes and see pain deep rooted

Listen to the stories I’ve told, I speak fluid

Till ink runs dry watch the stories unfold

Written in blood to leak fluid

Somebody help me with the way that I’m living

I’m upset with the way that I’m living

And this is for my niggas that’s bitten

Locked behind bars, stuck in the system

‘Cause if you’ve never been to the ghetto

Don’t ever come to the ghetto

You don’t wanna visit, peal heads and deep joes

Match your stuff ‘cause I came from nothing

Came to far to look back, you cook crack in my questions

And I ain’t gonna change for nothing

But never judge a book by its cover

If you ain’t read from it chapter after chapter

Verse after verse, I swallowed up sins in a bottle of gin

So I ask why me?

‘Cause you don’t know my struggle, you can’t match my hustle

You can’t fathom my love, why me

You can take me out the hood but not the hood outa me

So I ask why me?

‘Cause you don’t know my struggle, you can’t match my hustle

You can’t fathom my love, why me

You can take me out the hood but not the hood outa me

So I ask why me?