Fash - Muddy Waters

Really came up from the streets, we were struggling just to eat
Family on that EBT, kids’ frying, lunch is free
Parents never let us need, so it was never woe is me
Hand me downs ‘till 16, I just wanted to be seen
Now my denim is designer, yeah, I stitched up every seam
Never switched up on the team, only switch was off the lean
Painkillers as a teen, I was really popping beans
Could’ve turned me to a fiend, but instead I’m chasing dreams
Got a vision, I’m a build it, I ain’t ever do it basic
Ever since I was a kid, knew I had a slice of greatness
Gotta get it to the masses, know they all just need to taste it
Same way I need their ears to have the mission validated
So I’m forced to bare my soul, let every track strip me naked
But it’s worth it, if the purpose is to share this as I write it
I was sleeping on my passion, but the fire’s reignited
I’m a give it to you raw, yeah, just how you wanted
Been smoking on the leaves cause we coming from the gutters
Pocket full of blues, made it out them Muddy Waters
Consider myself lucky, know my mother and my father
They always had faith, knew their son would take it farther
Still smoking on the leaves cause we coming from the gutters
And those blues don’t really mean that you out them Muddy Waters
Just praying the success doesn’t turn me to a martyr
Seen what they did to Flloyd, Ahmaud, and Breonna
See, I’ve been belittled, and falsely accused
Start fearing for my life every time they flash them blues
Seen the treatment scale, based on all these different hues
I was never that dark, but my hair made them choose
Innocent or guilty, before I ever saw a judge
Still you ask me why I fear, and why I seem to hold a grudge
Treatment doesn’t change when you make it out the slums
Success becomes a target, hate the air inside your lungs
You could see it in their faces when they do it just for fun
As they try to mask their smile, while they treat people like dogs
Yet, still they wanna ask, why we kneel and why we march
Cause, I’m my brother’s keeper, and I love all my neighbors
But this system never broke man, it was custom-tailored
So, tell me what’s the point of struggling just to make it
When the light gets snuffed out, before it ever casts a shadow
So, don’t ever try to tell me that all lives
Been smoking on the leaves cause we coming from the gutters
Pocket full of blues, made it out them Muddy Waters
Consider myself lucky, know my mother and my father
They always had faith, knew their son would take it farther
Still smoking on the leaves cause we coming from the gutters
And those blues don’t really mean that you out them Muddy Waters
Just praying the success doesn’t turn me to a martyr
Seen what they did to Flloyd, Ahmaud, and Breonna

Written by:
Matthew Attwa

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