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lyrical moron - solid ground lyrics

605 that’s the block that i grew on
from broke phones cold lunch food stamps and coupons
and new problems everytime you turned the news on
from cruel long summers cause rude cops lose it
a new wish to move was useless less you’d do it and try to move on but use was the influence like music use to be banging who dropped a new song escaping the hood or else you put the noose on and hang
day by day we just played
never really came up from banging with any gangs, but i prayed
hoping the next day we ate and our bills got payed so momma would keep a place it was me and my sisters my momma was never late
my dad left one day before even seeing my face but it’s okay
cause most the time people left anyway
at some point of time it started to regulate

i never got to say goodbye to who ever i lost
learned to give flowers to people who have a cost in the moment
doesn’t mean throw anyone a toss
but i notice some of the people will never flop

then my mom starts crying
cause the guys aren’t trying
then our dogs start dying
every day
but then my heart starts prying
then these songs start frying
in my mind so maybe there’s a way to stay on solid ground

maybe there’s a way to stay on solid ground
(maybe there’s a way to stay on) solid ground
maybe there’s a way to stay on solid ground
maybe there’s a way to stay on
i use to wanna be a gangsta
until my brother got popped
i use to wanna be street dealer
but figured i would get mopped
i use wanna be the cat with backpack
full of hats working on the block
i never thought i’d be a rapper
until, i saw i had on lock

i grew up in the field times was rough i thought i’d never prevail and all i ever did was fail when times was getting real momma struggling i had to money but with out smuggling and ducking on the cops when they bussing and i smell
when i pulled to the vill of kids i wanted to k!ll cause the pressure had me hotter than barbecuing the grill down in h+ll my only option was running up to the bell when the bottles hitting im getting nothing but f+cking ls

so i sail my own boat in hopes to get away
i hope and i pray there’s way to cope with the pain
even though i lost note of wich way is the way
i’m going to which doors open to make way for me to stop y’all’s starts crying
cause i’m all bout trying
i don’t want y’all dying
every day
but then my heart starts prying
then these songs start frying
in my mind so maybe there’s the way to stay on solid ground

maybe there’s the way to stay on solid ground
(maybe there’s a way to stay on) solid ground
maybe there’s a way to stay on solid ground
maybe there’s a way to stay on

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