Bachir Wade - Misguided

Feeling alive feeling alive
Feeling alive feeling alive no no yeah feeling alive
Feeling alive now i'm feeling alive
When i wanted to die i had to wear a disguise
I swear i wanted to cry
Same old friends i just cut a few faces
Oumaru, Bali, Boubah day ones in this wraith bitch
Kill them with success i swear i got to let them taste it
Put me to the test swear to god ima ace it
Feel like ima gambler these risks i'm always taking
Chrome to his mouth but he ain't about to get no braces
Been was putting pain in i knew that i would make it
Like a lock screen these lil boys got to face it
Reading about our slavery and tears would fall
Why they make the skin color black feel so wrong
I came from the gutter i just got to be strong
It's forever Mus world it be hard to keep calm
I ain't going tit for tat i ain't playing ping pong
If i catch my brother killer 6 feet long
Down in the dirt that be where he belong
Brolic bullets no YB but we be smoking him strong
Baby girl try to keep me away from the streets
But this is all i know this is how ima eat like
Spotlight of the trenches like ima street light
For all them days that i was starving got to eat right
Keep yo niggas if you winning and the team hype
And cut off every nigga asking for a piece tight
They the ones to backdoor on that feen type
I got a nice smile protected by a mean pipe
That funny shit already seen that but i ain't Kai
He think i'm lacking haha he a funny guy
Fuck a stairway to heaven this a fast ride
Last nigga spoke on my mans now he in the sky
I don't really want to talk ima cry
So i just keep on lying say i'm good when inside I just
Question God asking why i'm alive
But i guess it's for my family he knows i'm the prize uh
This generation so misguided i'm like what we doing
They want opps more than money that shit be confusing
Back then street niggas ain't care who was viewing
Nowadays street niggas clout chase with this music
I hope this generation's kids hearing what i say
Just follow me lil bro i never led someone astray
I just want us doing better starting yesterday
Cause everyday we don't start is a day that we waste
It might feel good banging 9's letting metal spark
Until the judge bangs the gavel feel it in your heart
Them numbers that he said you serving don't make sense at all
And you ain't never coming home uou stopped getting calls
It's certain shit i never lived but i would never
Cause when you take advice bad or good it makes you better
Successful people listen they Don't talk cause they clever
Use your ears and just shut up to easier your endeavor
Feeling alive now i'm feeling alive
When i wanted to die i had to wear a disguise
I swear i wanted to cry
Same old friends i just cut a few faces
Oumaru, Bali, Boubah day ones in this wraith bitch
Kill them with success i swear i got to let them taste it
Put me to the test swear to god ima ace it
Feel like ima gambler these risks i'm always taking
Chrome to his mouth but he ain't about to get no braces
Been was putting pain in i knew that i would make it
Like a lock screen these lil boys got to face it

Written by:
Bachir Fofana

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