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art morera - free, man lyrics

[verse 1: art morera]

uh, life lessons i never got to learn
in high school i wasn’t too popular
i skipped cl-ss when i saw ferris bueller
he had a girl and was a lot cooler than i was
my cousin had all the hoes, i had no hoes
we would pay him a visit and he’d let me borrow his clothes
we’d hit the mall in the ozone
am i cool now? i would ask him
like it had something to do with my fashion
he said ‘confidence is key though, primo”
meanwhile none of his colors were matching
he’s the man yo, around his friends i would crack jokes
they didn’t laugh and i felt like an -ssh0l-
still he had my back, let them know i could rap
motivate me to keep going even though i was wack at the time
back of my mind i wonder where i would be at
if i spit him a verse and he didn’t react to it the way that he did
what’s the best thing you can say to a kid who’s parents had just divorced?
was i going through it? of course man, i didn’t wanna stay in the crib
i was stressed out, wouldn’t play with my sister
see my father’s face in the pictures
flipping through albums and it just left me in disgust
wasn’t a fan of my family splitting up christmas and birthdays
or ridding of anniversaries, was ridiculed from first grade to middle school
bullied and beat up, in the dirt i laid
my new shirt was stained, even scuffed my adidas
sat on the bus looking sad with a busted lip and a scab
sh-t, it’s a little rough in hialeah

[chorus : art morera]

but yeah, it’s alright
why complain? it’s my life
that’s a story morgan freeman could narrate
wouldn’t it be awesome?
(wouldn’t it be awesome, yeah yeah)

[verse 2: art morera]

wouldn’t it be awesome if he said he would do it for free, man?
wouldn’t it be a funny play on words?
don’t get it twisted, i’m not one to not pay you for your work if you charged me, i’m just saying
in fact, there’s some people that i still owe
it weighs heavy on my head
without peace of mind, what good is a pillow?
i be laying in bed, thinking ways i could pay ‘em their bread
sh-t, maybe i should get a part time
join lyft and give car rides
don’t wanna be spotted flipping burgers or being a server again
my heart would die, i mean i’m a hard worker
just wasn’t tryna be seen under the light that didn’t shine on my artist side
or be the guy named art that had to put his art aside
and always be marginalized
i filmed music videos, p-ssed out flyers
pimped for a week, sold flowers that you light on fire
i apply for a job and pray the entire week
that they don’t check my background and just hire me
i’m not a low life anymore, i’m a higher me
i made my bed, and laid in it, and tried to sleep
but i couldn’t, my life would’ve been a day at the beach
but this game was like a sneaker wave, how it came and just took me

[chorus : art morera]

but yeah, it’s alright
why complain? it’s my life
that’s a story morgan freeman could narrate
wouldn’t it be awesome?
(wouldn’t it be awesome, yeah yeah)

- art morera lyrics

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