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vinoverde - cleveland ave [j. cole wet dreamz remix] lyrics

let me take y’all back, man
as i do so well
wasn’t nothin’ like that
man, aight

lets take it back to 1994
different time, around the time a youngin’ was born
when he was only four, he’s forced to leave
torn from his home, only home he’d ever known
unsure of what was in store
headed toward the border goin’ north in order to survive
gettin’ older and bolder with every step, and by the time he’s five
it’s 1999, he made it to the other side
yeah, he arrived fine, and what did he find?
a phone booth and a krystal’s ‘side forrest hills drive
yeah, the start of the beginnin’ of a new life
knew times
with few dimes
knew life
where few like
saw two guys break inside
said “phew”, like
survived where most do die
yeah, what can you do after that?
you call the cops, they call you wetback and then send ya right back, need a, new plan of attack, in our defense we packed
sad that they had to leave 24c cleveland ave
had to leave again so he was sad, but
down the street he found some friends so he was f-cking glad, ‘cause new pad wasn’t far from where the good ol’ lil’ flat was
trailer park livin’ in the back that’s where the trap was
right beneath the interstate is where his heart in fact was
innocence, friends like him, never had a lack of
in a sense, lights dim, time to head back, dusk
inner sense, sense change, nothin’ stays the same, thus
’03, 8 years of age, end of third grade
learnin’ to trade, tradin’ cards, or learnin’ the trade?
it’s no debate, earnin’ a livin’ sellin’ cocaine
game, but no way, yearnin’ to play
with the friends and co., can’t get in the way
livin’ each day, businessmen sellin’ c0ke ain’t the way
but the only way, to pay rent for some every day
don’t have a say in the life they could’ve lived
no way, outta the cycle of poverty livin’, low wage
yeah
shoutout pavilion place on cleveland
and the trailer park on connell off of metropolitan
behind the goldrush, yeah
life in zone 3, sore for poor poc families
despite these, financial difficulties
four stores, four more kids, juiced up, hi-c
unity, in the tiny community
knit closely, immunity
from impurity never obscurity
it seem to be, the kid was the newbie livin’ on the street
free to speak, but didn’t know to read or speak the speech
out of reach, ’til a teacher named mcgee would come on in and teach, for no fee, free the mind, true liberty
so to speak, the curiosity in he is piqued
inquires to peek, feed the mind, the bitter tea
mentally green, trees
and various fees, breed
the worry to feed, meets
the need to succeed, dreams
elitist degrees, heat
similarly under thirty degrees
believe me, i see chilly irony when ice bring the heat
but cleveland ave
he know where he at, believe
he know what he have
would rather be at, the 3
never seemed to be leavin’
even an increase in keys on the street
didn’t deceive the feel of allegiance
when he, believin’ in grievances
leavin’ home for three serious reasons
opportunities, and greenery that we dream of achievin’
strategy’s anatomy only for a season, he deemin’
not perceivin’ a reality that was secretly breedin’
seekin’ a scheme to keep on achievin’ the breathin’ and eatin’
would cease bein’ a brief change o’ scenery that he was seein’
destiny’s steerin’ wheel would veer into mysterious region
the irony in cedin’ blood to persevere and keep breathin’, but
outta the 501, we got one
come so d-mn far, but you know i’m not done, son
workin’ my sound sun down to sun up
my high come down, but i know i stay up
my mind knows no time bounds, no wake up
the ball’s in my court now, i layup
on my way downtown, keep my head up
and on my way down, i see the come up
shouts out cleveland ave
501, atl
vinoverde

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