Ralph Rose - Blue Rain

Trials tribulations, still I stand tall
Ain't no quittin' imma shoot till I ball
Get the bag and tell my people we on
Still gotta watch out for the ones at my throne
Thinking back, I really went through it all
I know they don't care 'bout my struggle
You can turn this bitch off
Never been about this needy shit cus nigga I did it all
I been the coldest even when we always kept the stove on
Prayed for the sun in the storm but it's like here comes a bomb
Been that nigga, fuck these niggas
I am the chosen one
And if it wasn't meant to be then how come I am not gone
I'm chasing dreams like pots of gold like this life was lucky's charm
I was close to giving in to the streets
Trynna ball out for my people like here ma take a seat
I know them people trynna hurt me, went out lookin' for heat
I'm still a baby in your eyes but I'm at war in discreet
I been tired for so long but I feel I can not sleep
I feel like I can not eat
My body weaker than sheets
To my girl, I'm really sorry if I be needing some peace
I'm here for you no matter what, just understand me girl please
I been counting up these days of distress
Got my back against the wall of either death or success
Every other day was looking more inconvenient, what's next?
Been the brokest, still got hell to give these niggas up next
How you supportin' and love me but I ain't heard from you yet
I done planned it all
I still kept my guard
Feel like I'm riding day to day without no handle bars
What's understood apparently is everything but my regards
But still I'm here for y'all
Yeah
It's like I'm talking to a wall but still I'm here for y'all
Yeah
Feel like I'm trynna make a living, it's a killing job
Huggin' floors like it was nursing me
Dreaming 'bout a chef and all them checks while living luxury
I'm hoping I can come up and still show up like you ain't heard of me
Stuck between humble and being hot than shots from chops that give you 3rd degree
It's hard for me
I'm still gon' grind regardless
Don't you ever sleep on me
The last pick always went the farthest
Feel like I was raising kids before I went to college
Got some knowledge but I rather work for me if I'm being honest
Get me started
I been counting up these days of distress
Got my back against the wall of either death or success
Every other day was looking more inconvenient, what's next?
I been the brokest, still got hell to give these niggas up next
How you supportin' and love me but I ain't heard from you yet
I done planned it all
I still kept my guard
Feel like I'm riding day to day without no handle bars
What's understood apparently is everything but my regards
But still I'm here for y'all
Yeah
It's like I'm talking to a wall but still I'm here for y'all
Yeah
Feel like trying to make a living is a killing job

Written by:
Ralph Foxworth

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