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

歌詞

Been through the storm through the cold and 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 and fame Like them Cadillacs with sunroofs mayne So many ways to make a dollar Huh sometimes I think about my father You see my poppa was broke and my momma was young Trying to blend in with them city folk Every day landlord knocking down my door Wondering where my next blessing is coming from My momma and poppa moved to the U.S. as Jamaicans Struggled to get visas and green cards through immigration Though my pop was po' stayed away from crime and malice Hard living gave him hard hands and callous As a young'n peep how much they loved each other's space His hard hands rubbing against the pretty skin of my mother's face Dig for treasure till 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 two jobs Never enough money that's why I got your whole crew robbed Got older developed ways of gripping the steel Barely home for me to see her or get a good cooked meal Seek refuge in the alleged land of the free looking Blending in with city folk down in Flatbush Brooklyn Feel a little of my pain follow and sing to it Homey I seen it all if you ain't knowing I been through it In other words I Been through the storm through the cold and 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 and fame Like them Cadillacs with sunroofs mayne So many ways to make a dollar Huh sometimes I think about my father You see my poppa was broke and my momma was young Trying to blend in with them city folk Every day landlord knocking down my door Wondering where my next blessing is coming from Got a little older late teens me and my crew would huddle On the corner late nights plotting to escape struggle Nights got cold and 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 Doing different wild shit just to put a pair of Filas on 'Didas on Wreck is all for the good getting into shit Like we innocent acting older than should Walk around broke in the hood watching all the rich niggaz These younger thugs who try to choke and try to get niggaz Thinking about my mom and pop while I'm monopolizing To hell with just getting by and economizing It's kinda hard being humble in the belly of struggle Doing things that probably get you in trouble That's why we stay up on the block getting money while we keeping it safe In front of churchgoers keeping the faith Mom and pop be worrying for they son Despite they struggle and their honest living look and see just what I become A scavenger in brute pursuit to be happy another young'n that's wilding Across the line until somebody trying to cap me ohhhh shit I been through the storm Through the cold and rain Everything's still the same Can't control how I feel Sometimes it's hard to keep it real Woo whoah Yeah oh ah