Mars Davis - Feelin' Good

Yo
W.o.H.i.n
With out Him I'm nothing
Yo
Yo
Yo
Can you believe that I'm 30
Can you believe that I'm married with children
I thought I'd be dead and be buried
Or locked up in chains I was insane
Wonder if momma was worried
BH was the gang that's what we would claim
I wonder if she even noticed
She had a lot of children that's all that I'm saying
Hard to know what we were doing
Every second, minute, hour of the day
Causing malice making music
Running the streets caught in the fray
We were fighting for amusement
Never thought I'd see the day I would change
Look at God, won't he do it
It only makes sense that I go give him praise
In everything that I be doing
The movement is moving
And We never be losing
The haters accusing
The hoopty is cruising
Step your game up it ain't no more excuses
I'm locking the game down it's been prosecuted
I'm spitting these bars like bullets from Uzis
Faith of a mustard seed mountains are moving
The hottest flow make sure my name is included
I make it look Eazy I know that I'm ruthless
I'm picking the game up I'm sort of like Uber
I handle my business and chuck up the deuces
I paid my dues you can go check out my bruises
I been through the fire my mettle is proven
I been through some stuff other people would lose it
made some mistakes momma know that I'm foolish
I gained some wisdom even when I was stupid
Standing tall even when I was stooping
Ain't nobody who can keep from music
Gotta lotta talent use it or lose it
The game is missing talent they killing the music
Are they really rappers this is confusing
Are they really rapping just auto tuning
I'm about to shoot my shot just like a Hoosier this is for the ones who said I can't do it, I'm gone
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling good why wouldn't I
I'm a black male from the hood y'all and I'm still alive
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling good why wouldn't I
I'm a black male from the hood y'all and I'm still alive
The statisticians scratching they heads like how could it be
Big cold world big problems and little me
Born and raised in a crazy town called Fly-nt
Where my biological mother couldn't provide for me
Or my sister so I went the system
They said I was hyperactive, I was looking for attention
I was just looking to fit in misunderstood
Misdiagnosed, man they hit me with the Ritalin
But that couldn't solve my issues or undo what I saw
Coming up as a kid I'm still dealing with it all
All this switching houses and calling these different people ma
I'm still struggling with calling my adopted father pa
Though they're not perfect they improved my situation
Helped me even out the odds that I found myself faced with
The son of drug addict who was poverty laden
And all of the stats said I couldn't make it
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling good why wouldn't I
I'm a black male from the hood y'all and I'm still alive
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling good why wouldn't I
I'm a black male from the hood y'all and I'm still alive
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling good why wouldn't I
I'm a black male from the hood y'all and I'm still alive
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling good why wouldn't I
I'm a black male from the hood y'all and I'm still alive

Written by:
Jerell Erves, Marceil Davis

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