POLITIC LIVE - Letters lyrics
rate me[Dirt Gritie] It's been a long time since I spoke with you pops When you on the road get on the phone cause you still in my heart I feel as though we growing a part I see you every night though in my dreams its darkDaddy don't you go that route See I'm too young to be the man of the house [Muta Mouraine]Besides mommy needs a man to chase her round in the house To pinch her back side and help her out And I can get you higher than those drugs ever can Do you know what it's like to raise a strong young man? And as I grow I take my life in my hands I run with gun clappers that'll clap you man Learned that from 50 he a rapper dad Brought up in front the TV so my eyes are bad And mommy she can't feed me do you think that sad Huh, well that's your bad We live on welfare and family allowance Juggling the bills is a stressful balance But somehow, I know we'll manageKeep our faith in the lord and we'll meet the challenge But me I keep my faith in the gun [Dirt Gritie]And I don't want to see you around me or my momYou stole my youth, I'm no longer your sonSincerely yours to you, no one [Chorus 2X - Dirt Gritie, Muta Mouraine & Sierra Jamerson] In this world that is cold I keep to myself And try to find a balance between mental and healthBut if I, but if I fall will you be there to help When I reach for your hand will you hold it out? [Bridge 1X - Dirt Gritie] If I could write a letter to my peers I'd tell them no more tearsWhen the tide takes you under cause the bank is near Keep your head above water and your conscience clear Or find yourself lost in a sea of despair [Ms. Trish] If I screamed a little louder would you hear me Ma?I know you down, pops dead and goneBut this man that you with he be doing me harmCaught him in the laundry room smelling my thong [Sierra Jamerson] And ever since that day shit's been on He put his hand on my thigh I try to tell him he wrong That's why I cry to myself alone And you always out away from home Away from reminders a family that's behind us The way we ate together when pops was beside usAt times I feel as if I don't exist And wonder if I kill myself would I be missed Janey had a gun should I get a clipNext time he push up on me shoot off his dick Yeah he got money but who gives a shit Are you blinded to see what he do to your kid The bruises, I feel like I'm losing it I try and tell you but you say that its jealousness [Ms. Trish] What the hell is this, why he deserve your trust How'd he come before me, when'd he get between us [Chorus 2X - Dirt Gritie, Muta Mouraine & Sierra Jamerson] In this world that is cold I keep to myself And try to find a balance between mental and healthBut if I, but if I fall will you be there to help When I reach for your hand will you hold it out? [Bridge 1X - Dirt Gritie] If I could write a letter to my peers I'd tell them no more tearsWhen the tide takes you under cause the bank is near Keep your head above water and your conscience clear Or find yourself lost in a sea of despair
