Humility (Intro) Testo
Testo Humility (Intro)
When does a peasant know he's king
When does a martyr realise that he'll die for anything
Do I really know what success is gonna bring
Porch lady in my hood knows everything let her sing
Stood dark put her hand up and start to asking God
Lord tell me why these children out here living lost
Only 16 but about to be a mom
We had babies raising babies what the fuck is going on
Father saying that he love her oh come on he'll run along
When all the women call he'll feel his freedom is gone
Before I long a child in the streets I form a bond
Once he feels mom's palm no longer does him hard
But ow please my lord let there be hope
A child from the ghetto with his back against the ropes
Arise like a pheonix in the ashes of the smoke
Rewriting future plans like public houses enroll
Feeling like the youth nowadays don't stand a chance
Four temple look at this child sagging his pants
Pointed at me started running fast as I can
On my way home from school porch lady don't know who I am
Nor what I think, a latino wanna bring
Insert each others world but afraid of everything
Keep your eyes open, make sure when you blink
Your face on the light pour above candles lid
Raw spend my nigga just act don't think
And to act your own risk they'll smoke, they'll drink
They'll dog your girl, ain't that a bitch
The war just started, reload those clips
Welcome to humble season Welcome to humble season
When does a peasant know he's king
When does a martyr realise that he'll die for anything
Do I really know what success is gonna bring
Black latino with my soul know everything let 'em sing
If fights give you time I probably be a lifer
Rocksbury hard I promise there's nothing like us
To be boss here know the grease require
Five gates will inspire the secret ranch for shooting Joho deprived
Chains and drug money sure it's not to admire
Mama don't got a job because she chose to retire
Situations adire, but these niggas got answers
Wanted to be like them , I wasn't pulling my pants up
All lifeform dogs, out the slim to the grammar
My hood all blocks, trapped spots gun shots
Law enforcements for what, hell nah fuck cops
Train a thought, they a reason why a nigga is locked
Shit, teachers switch schools when they ran into me
Young Malcom X dies knows what ADHD
So surprisingly at 15 got an offer
To attend school along side Americas daughters
40 thousand a year , let sympathy be the sponsor
Only nigga in the classroom, now shit got awkward
'Cause in my head, I hardly raw some problems
3 schools in 4 years, ain't no principles want them
Junior , discipline comitee told me to leave
Let my pen bleed, just like that music's the dream
Burst all to the sea, shit ain't what it seems
Lost a brother to the game, now the scar's on me
Now it's all on me, to find destiny
While fighting all these demons that won't let me sleep
Till I rest in peace, my words they speak for me
Soon the world will see that hip hop, runs through me
Welcome to humble season
Welcome to humble season
Welcome to humble season
When does a martyr realise that he'll die for anything
Do I really know what success is gonna bring
Porch lady in my hood knows everything let her sing
Stood dark put her hand up and start to asking God
Lord tell me why these children out here living lost
Only 16 but about to be a mom
We had babies raising babies what the fuck is going on
Father saying that he love her oh come on he'll run along
When all the women call he'll feel his freedom is gone
Once he feels mom's palm no longer does him hard
But ow please my lord let there be hope
A child from the ghetto with his back against the ropes
Arise like a pheonix in the ashes of the smoke
Rewriting future plans like public houses enroll
Feeling like the youth nowadays don't stand a chance
Four temple look at this child sagging his pants
Pointed at me started running fast as I can
On my way home from school porch lady don't know who I am
Nor what I think, a latino wanna bring
Insert each others world but afraid of everything
Keep your eyes open, make sure when you blink
Your face on the light pour above candles lid
Raw spend my nigga just act don't think
And to act your own risk they'll smoke, they'll drink
They'll dog your girl, ain't that a bitch
The war just started, reload those clips
Welcome to humble season Welcome to humble season
When does a peasant know he's king
When does a martyr realise that he'll die for anything
Do I really know what success is gonna bring
Black latino with my soul know everything let 'em sing
If fights give you time I probably be a lifer
Rocksbury hard I promise there's nothing like us
To be boss here know the grease require
Five gates will inspire the secret ranch for shooting Joho deprived
Chains and drug money sure it's not to admire
Mama don't got a job because she chose to retire
Situations adire, but these niggas got answers
Wanted to be like them , I wasn't pulling my pants up
All lifeform dogs, out the slim to the grammar
My hood all blocks, trapped spots gun shots
Law enforcements for what, hell nah fuck cops
Train a thought, they a reason why a nigga is locked
Shit, teachers switch schools when they ran into me
Young Malcom X dies knows what ADHD
So surprisingly at 15 got an offer
To attend school along side Americas daughters
40 thousand a year , let sympathy be the sponsor
Only nigga in the classroom, now shit got awkward
'Cause in my head, I hardly raw some problems
3 schools in 4 years, ain't no principles want them
Junior , discipline comitee told me to leave
Let my pen bleed, just like that music's the dream
Burst all to the sea, shit ain't what it seems
Lost a brother to the game, now the scar's on me
Now it's all on me, to find destiny
While fighting all these demons that won't let me sleep
Till I rest in peace, my words they speak for me
Soon the world will see that hip hop, runs through me
Welcome to humble season
Welcome to humble season
Welcome to humble season
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