Testo Down My Road - J. Stalin

Down My Road

I done seen the pain through the windows, it’s so
Some never got the chance to grow old
It’s so hard to sleep in a house, ain’t no heat
When they call your mama a fiend on the streets
Some times it help to sit back and think
10 years from now, where will a nigga be?
I ain’t had the best life, but the lord done blessed me
Streets arrest me cause I’m stuck and can’t leave
Surrounded by niggas faker than hair weave
Open eyes should see, tryna achieve my dreams
It keep my family close like a football team
Cause in Oakland, nobody cares like New Orleans
Sometimes my size 10s feel like 15s
Cause in my mind, I’m knowin that a nigga can’t fill these
Now the streets got me stuck on E’s
It was either motel, or I was sleeping in the streets
Doing homework, if I had a home to work in
I wanna hang with my friends, and we splurgin
My mama said we was broke and it hurted
I learned quick to steal the shit
I’ll sell a nigga a dream to get what I get
Cause at the end of the day, nobody givin me shit, shit, shit
How you gonna talk when you ain’t been down my road, my road
You on course with a night so cold, so cold
How you gonna talk when you ain’t been down my road, my road
Lord forgive me for the life I chose, I chose
In the blink of an eye, these niggas will pull a heist, take your life
Hoping numbers rolled on the dice
My mama told me never make the same mistake twice
You a star from god, not cause you rock ice
She want everybody, tryna live the good life
I’m hopin I don’t lose mine in a gunfight
I be posted all night to the sunlight
Still tell it how it is every time I’m on the mic
You get locked up and never see the daylight
He used to be the man, now he on a glass pipe
It’s in that cocaine, destroy a nigga life
Shit, I’m still watching mothafuckas pay the price
They put they bluffs on yo ass when they too tight
One black, one white, looking like Miami Vice
I miss my nigga, tell him to send me a kite
Cause where I be they don’t walk. What they do? Bike
Hit a nigga name, you outta town, outta sight
Niggas mad, cause you tryna get your money right
Never been a dummy boy, I came up selling hard white
Talk to me, I can tell you what the struggle like
And what the ghetto go through, living a troubled life
I gotta bubble up, I kick it, flip it twice, twice
Then I’m back to my rap life, life… then I’m back to my rap life
How you gonna talk when you ain’t been down my road, my road
You on course with a night so cold, so cold
How you gonna talk when you ain’t been down my road, my road
Lord forgive me for the life I chose, I chose