Nikki McKnight - Wings

I felt like rapping today
This some more Nix shit
You know it's Mo Murda when you hear that
This a cold fucking world that we living in
Same ones that you loved turned enemy
A week ago he was chilling, he was friends with him
Now he plotting, planning how to put an end to him
That jealousy and that envying be so real ain’t no sympathy
For the family and friends that be
Left behind with just memories
How u leave somebody kids to grieve
No empathy or conscious in these streets it’s sickening
If I’m taken from my mama I hope it don’t be
Some nigga feeling he got to rid me just cuz he envy me
I know my time gonna come eventually
Still I be praying me and mine live 'til infinity
I'm working on my health, that’s physically and mentally
No amount of wealth could have me richer than my spirit be
I don't feel myself around who energy ain’t lifting me
That vibe gonna be felt ya on the same wavelength as me
There’s been some instances where if I didn’t listen when
My intuition just wasn’t feeling certain predicaments
That’s when I let my heart put feelings in
Left a nigga scarred up in the end
But them lessons turn to blessings in disguise though
Keep my eyes open and stop resting them around folk
First sight of you comfortable, they gonna pull a stunt or two
See how far you let them take it doing what they wanna do
Take my kindness for a weakness, not what you gonna do
Have enough sense to know that I‘ma keep it a buck with you
Told them I’m the last real nigga you would come across
Everything to gain now look at what the fuck you lost
My morals ain’t for sale, don’t care what they offering
My self respect ain’t never came with a cost on it
I sacrificed a lot cuz of loyalty
Tables turn, they took my chair. But I been standing on my feet
Looking at them like fuck you think
My mama ain’t raise nothing but a G
And after all some done to me
The love was deep, probably still can come to me
For what they need
I know y’all don’t understand me
The kindness of my moms, the heart of my grannies
The wisdom of my pops. Hustle of my granddaddies
It’s all in the blood. Thank God for my family
In each other we trust. I don't know about y’all
But I know about us
I make one phone call and I got to say much
Whole family showing up on some who want what
I don't know who brought up these new niggas with no regards
For the hearts ripped apart and left scarred from the losses
That could’ve been avoided. Ain’t got to be so hard man
Maybe from a simple conversation. Start talking
Maybe take a minute just to think. Put some thought in it
I promise it don’t make you soft man
You wake up angry every day, find the source man
Stop complaining, better pray and talk to God man
Nigga had the nerve to tell me that I got it made
Had to turn around and tell them all I got is faith
Problems to the ceiling, but I’m still grinning
Cuz I knew I had strength when they didn’t kill me
Had a nigga drinking, but I shook the habit
Had a couple people I got too attached to them
When life threw them curveballs, I took the bat from them
And they just turned around and gave me their ass to kiss
But God sits high and looks down low
Watched them the whole time poking holes in my boat
They ain’t know he gave me wings so when it’s time for
Me to fly they watch me soar high while they drown slow
I said God sits high and looks down low
Watched them the whole time poking holes in my boat
They ain’t know he gave me wings so when it’s time for
Me to fly they watch me soar high while they drown slow
Nix

Written by:
LaToyia McKnight

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