Been Thru the Storm
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Been through the storm, through the cold and rain
Everything still the same
Can't control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to keep it real
You see the luxuries in life, with the fortune and fame
Like them Cadillacs with sunroofs, man
So many ways to make a dollar
Sometimes I think about my father
You see my poppa was po' and my momma was young
Tryin to blend in with them city folk
Everyday landlord knockin down my do'
Wonderin where my next blessing is comin from
My momma and poppa, moved to the U.S. as Jamaicans
Strugglin to get visas and green cards through immigration
Though my pop was po', stayed away from crime and malice
Hard livin gave him hard hands and calloused as a young'n
Peep how much they loved each others faces
Hard hands rubbin against the pretty skin of my mother's face
Dig for treasure 'til his hands looked like hands of a junkie
So cold, slap a mule and take the life from a donkey
On the other hand, mommy was the type to work two jobs
Never enough money, that's why I got your whole crew robbed
Got older, developed ways of grippin the steel
Barely home for me to see her, or get a good cooked meal
Seek refuge in the alleged land of the free, lookin
Blendin in with city folk, down in Flatbush, Brooklyn
Feel a little of my pain, follow and sing to it
Homie I seen it all, if you ain't knowin I been through it
In other words I
Been through the storm, through the cold and rain
Everything still the same
Can't control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to keep it real
You see the luxuries in life, with the fortune and fame
Like them Cadillacs with sunroofs, man
So many ways to make a dollar
Sometimes I think about my father
You see my poppa was po' and my momma was young
Tryin to blend in with them city folk
Everyday landlord knockin down my do'
Wonderin where my next blessing is comin from
Got a little older, late teens, me and my crew would huddle
On the corner late nights, plottin to escape struggle
Nights got cold, we still would hustle in the same place
In front of Poncho Delis, not a freeze up on a nigga face
1987 Reaganomics era, curious
To visit other cities, out of town, kicked it serious
Guyanese James bounce, puttin Webber Slinger on
Webber Slinger came back, quickly brought me right along
Nigga ran away from home, doin different wild shit
Just to put a pair of Filas or Adidas on
Reckless all for the good, gettin into shit
Like we innocent, actin older than we should
Walk around broke in the hood, watchin all the rich niggas
These younger thugs who try to choke and try to get niggas
Thinkin 'bout my mom and pop, while I'm monopolizin
To hell with just gettin by, and economizin
It's kinda hard bein humble in the belly of struggle
Doin things that probably get you in trouble
That's why we stay up on the block
Gettin money while we keepin it safe
In front of churchgoers keepin the faith
Mom and pop be worryin for they son
Despite they struggle and their honest
Livin, look and see just what I become
A scavenger in brute pursuit to be happy
Another young'n that's wildin, across
The line until somebody tryin to clap me
Shit
I've been through the storm
Through the cold and rain
Everything still the same
Can't control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to keep it real