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awkword - dedication lyrics

[intro: centri]

if i don’t live another day
and we should go our separate ways, okay

[verse 1: awkword]

it was pitch black and eerily vacuous for this hour
the sky ain’t even clouded, no one predicted showers
stay strapped with the umbrella, never be without it
don’t forget how much it rains and everything that allows it

raised by a working mom with no pops
made a man on the streets, of a city they forgot
can’t stay on this stoop, watching ’em push rocks
got to escape through through hip hop, hustling or jump shots

if it’s getting out of hand and you want to avoid violence
go south, start fresh, stay away from where the crime is
but it don’t take long, for crime, to find, him
and of course, he on something like, ‘f it’ if i why win

’til it starts getting hectic, the pressure, it sets in
get restless, wrestling, depression’s the next thing
the memories get foggy, the vision it lessens
the reference, begins, gets home with wet wings

like, ‘ahh, yeah, mom’s porch, sunlight’
even the weatherman mis-predicts the weather sometimes

stay strapped with the umbrella, never be without it
when it rains it downpours, you just, can’t get around it

when the sewers get clogged and the streets start to flood
when it gets too hot and decent people spill blood
when everybody grinding, fighting back the bad luck
the coffer’s, dried up, and every rain drops a slug

day two, after two years, of being away
lived two times, already, at 22 years of age
the night was pitch black, like the gloves they raised
22 caliber pistol, 22 shots at close close range

[sirens]

[verse 2: awkword]

eyelids fl!ckering, heard the buzzing and beeping
sounded like a hospital room, christ, am i dreaming?
or did they cut my life short, lived, with no meaning?
i heard my ma’s voice, too real to be a feeling

when i realized i survived i made a pact with god
i’m a dedicate the rest, for what i almost just lost
i created a show, for local talent to rhyme on it
formed my own company, keep ya eye on it
represented artists, a few, got high on it
i got the heart and the grit, they can rely on it
making independent films, videos with rap veterans
the storms still hit, but i’m, better equipped to weather them

i formed my own charity, exchanging guns 4 cameras
goes deeper than a gun exchange, kids deserve answers
here’s the artist’s way to shoot, i’ll give it some more chances
teach the youth to use umbrellas, now who’s afraid of rain dances?

[hook: centri]

if i don’t live another day
and we should go our separate ways, okay
just all i ask of you if that is true
is to make sure my story is told

if i should live another day
then i will pray that i will change my ways
and vow to teach the youth
to learn from my mistakes
and the path that i chose

[verse 3: centri]

he takes a deep breathe, reflecting on the moment, zoning on how it happened
was it karma that had him trapped in?
perhaps
but every waking moment that focused on his opponents, now focused on his atonement
think back, priorities were setup
fighting what god provided cause his instincts wouldn’t let up
felt something was going on, all along he kept strong
before he heard a noise he knew something was wrong
then a flash
he was sitting home alone, absorbing that good wisdom, that kept him out of prison
just being thankful for living, but nothing’s ever promised to (you)
when the wicked comes to take your life what good is honor to you?
his will power let out a loud cry
he saw bullets, and darkness on the outside
his girl is asking who was wit em
his peoples tell him, ‘whoever did it we gonna get em’
but his soul is feeling frigid
right now, he’s just needing a blanket
his body’s feeling stuck, and it’s the simple things he’s asking in that final clutch
it’s bigger than the force of nature, it’s that vital trust in god and having faith that he will save you
with his midas touch
hoping he sends a golden angel, for a second chance
suddenly, he gasps
as he quotes his math to keep himself conscious
like a profit, fighting to regain his life with logic
he says:

[hook: centri]

if i don’t live another day
and we should go our separate ways, okay
just all i ask of you if that is true
is to make sure my story is told

if i should live another day
then i will pray that i will change my ways
and vow to teach the youth
to learn from my mistakes
and the path that i chose

- awkword lyrics

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