P4 Da Don - Da Storm

He was born on august 9th 4:22 most people couldn't walk in my shoes
We had my son at crib no midwife Cause I'm nice I'm all that & bag of chips
I'm not your ordinary slave
You gone need a bigger ship than clotilda
Speak my truth no filter
Them shackles was tight but my conscience is bigger
I free myself from them mental chains
Learn to hit the off button
Ain't tryna be the good guy just tryna be me be free
Spread my wings right after roll the leaf
Take a trip over the horizon
Seen everything they been hiding
Religion got us divided
Blood staining the soil right where pick the cotton
Rap niggas Buffalo soldiers klan sitting back watching
Spitting copenghagen in a can
Gave ya life ya life to Christ
Now claiming you a better man

We weather the storms
I wear all this pain on my arms
I wear all this heart on my arms
But today is beautiful day
sunshine the sunshine
This lifestyle could drive you senile
Smoke blowing the wind
Sun compliment my copper colored skin
Walking down this sacred path
I don't where it's gone take me
Right now I'm on this uncharted land With my feet in the sand
I can feel the spark I'm all smiles right now
My lil man came safe & sound
Sensitive to lights & sound
Oh yeah
Observing everything around
Oh yeah
Sunshine the sunshine this lifestyle a drive you senile
Oh yeah

It's P4 Da Don

Written by:
Percy Mccoy IV

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