Been Through The Storm(Album Version (Edited)) feat. Stevie Wonder

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(feat. Stevie Wonder) [Chorus: Stevie Wonder] Been Through the Storm, through the cold & rain Everything's still the same Can't control how I feel Sometimes it's hard to keep it real You see the luxuries in life, with the fortune & fame Like them Cadillac's with sunroof's mayne So many ways to make a dollar Huh, sometimes I think about my father You see my papa was broke & my mama was young Tryin' to blend in with them city folk Every day landlord knockin' down my do' Wonderin' where my next blessin' is comin' from. [Busta Rhymes:] My mama & papa, moved to the U.S. as Jamaicans Struggled to get visas & green cards through immigration Though my pop was po' stayed away from crime & malice Hard livin' gave him hard hands & callous As a young'n, peep how much they loved each other's space His hard hands rubbin' against the pretty skin of my mother's face Dig for treasure 'til his hands looked like hands of a junkie So coarse, slap a mule and take the life from a donkey On the other hand, mommy was the type to work 2 jobs Never enough money, that's why I got your whole crew robbed Got older, developed ways of grippin' the steel Barely home for me to see her, or get a good cooked meal Seek refuge in the alleged land of the free, lookin' Blendin' in with city folk, down in Flatbush Brooklyn Feel a little of my pain, follow & sing to it Homey I seen it all, if you ain't knowin' I been through it In other words I... [Chorus: Stevie Wonder] Been Through the Storm, through the cold & rain Everything's still the same Can't control how I feel Sometimes it's hard to keep it real You see the luxuries in life, with the fortune & fame Like them Cadillac's with sunroof's mayne So many ways to make a dollar Huh, sometimes I think about my father You see my papa was broke & my mama was young Tryin' to blend in with them city folk Every day landlord knockin down my do' Wonderin' where my next blessin' is comin' from. [Busta Rhymes:] Got a little older, late teens, me & my crew would huddle On the corner late nights, plottin' to escape struggle Nights got cold & still would hustle in the same place In front of Pancho Delis, now the freeze up on a nigga face 1987 Reaganomics ever curious to visit other cities, out of town kick was serious Guayanese jeans bounce, put whatever slinger on Whatever slinger came back, quickly brought me right along Nigga ran away from home Doin' different wild shit, just to put a pair of Filas on, 'Didas on Wreck is all for the good, gettin' into shit Like we innocent, actin' older than we should Walk around broke in the hood, watchin' all the rich niggas These younger thugs who try to choke & try to get niggas Thinkin' 'about my mom & pop, while I'm monopolizin' To hell with just gettin by & economizin' It's kinda hard bein' humble in the belly of struggle Doin' things that probably get you in trouble That's why we stay up on the block, gettin' money while we keepin' it safe In front of churchgoers keepin' the faith Mom & pop be worryin' for they son Despite they struggle & their honest livin' look & see just what I become A scavenger, in brute pursuit to be happy, another young'n that's wildin' Across the line until somebody tryin' to cap me - ohhhh shit. [gunshot] [Outro: Stevie Wonder - singer slower with more ad libs] I Been Through the Storm Through the cold & rain Everything's still the same Can't control how I feel Sometimes it's hard to keep it real Whoa Yeah-oh.