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lyfestile - rain lyrics

[verse 1: lyfestile]

she go outside in the rain you can’t see her tears
not seein’ clear and not happy being here
she used to dream about having a family
but her man can’t fathom ever being a daddy
thank god for plan-b, pill came in handy
i told her do the knowledge but she really can’t stand me
her dude just took off for college today
regret came down hard, water wash it away
probably not my power went out about six
food goin’ bad in the fridge, i really doubt this
storm will blow over soon i’m hydroplanin’
it’s rainin i maintain on the pavement i’mma make it
lightning hit a tree. live wire in the street
some sayin’ “why me” others dyin’ in their sleep
cycle complete new life born on a rainy day
tears pour down a mothers face chase the pain away
[hook]

[verse 1: lyfestile]

dark clouds, i hear the drops hit the ground outside
inside the church public outcry, it’s outright depressin’
my brother lost a brother and he’s stressin’
downstairs they got greens, fried chicken, dressing
preacher says this young man’s now in a better place
death chased him down somehow he couldn’t get away
but it won’t rain forever, they get inside the limo
headlights on, they watch a childhood friend go
down, like when the water hits the ground
old rivals unite like they’re good friends now
cuz they all share memories, many reminisce
over innocence lost and old times in the midst
of broken dreams, some schemes and conversations
sunbeams through precipitation, observation
of what they call goin’ back home to the essence
long live memories of a strong presence

[hook]

down south, we still fighting hurricane katrina
we all know even more trouble came with fema
my man’s house now on the other side of the street
developers tryin’ to buy the land out for cheap
so they could build a resort, starbucks or a casino
or homes too expensive for anybody we know
the people spread out like victims of war
gotta clear the dead out. what they inflict on the poor
is the burden of being washed up and even hated
if that place was the greatest then they the ones who made it
with the flavor in the food, the music in fact it’s a
long rich history trace it back to africa
creole, soul, gumbo, jazz and bounce
now they run those families out in m-ss amounts
they still need to be around bein’ proud
black gold in the ghetto, but they still seein’ clouds

[hook/cuts by cave precise]

- lyfestile lyrics

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