Текст Joell Ortiz – Grace Of God
Текст:
Just put the headphones on
It sounds so nice
By the — grace of — God
Grace of — grace of — God
We all crabs in the barrel just chose to my climbing in
Barb wired ankles, I was winnin’ half the battle
I’m from where the worst thing that you could ever do is tattle
They’ll zip ya mouth shut then zip you up and skedaddle
I used to walk through the pees and jump from my own shadow
Them mountain bike niggas a clap you, you tryna haggle
For that chain or that bracelet or that watch or that ring
It’s off the chain, brace yourself and watch out when it ring
Gum wrappers in my mouth folded up like fronts
I even took them shits out when I rolled up my blunts
I wanted to be like the dealers, fear like the killers
Fresh like the boosters, attitude what the deal is?
Niggas aks me where I’m from and I’d say Brooklyn proud
Wore my Tims all year round and my kush was loud
And the police, they did the same shit y’all seein’ now
Except camera phone wasn’t out
By the — grace of — God, God, God, God
G-God, God, God, G-God, G-God, G-God
By the — grace of — God, God, God, God
G-God, God, God, G-God, G-God, G-God
I’m just a product of where the youngins move product
We all believe in God but we look up to the shottas
Iron in my goose, test my pride, I let it loose
Just Boys in the Hood that watched Menace to Society and Juice
I never wanted to go that route
I hope God don’t judge me when he judge me
The devil work pretty damn hard to make it ugly
Know everything that glitter ain’t hold but man that ice made all glitter look cold
Thought I was plain without that flicker that glow
Now that I’m wise I realized that all I did was hide
Long as they staring at that chain they won’t look inside my eyes
And see the pain, see the hurt, see the person I disguise
Can’t write about it all if there’s no words that could describe the
Images in my head that visit in my bed
If I ain’t talk to the Lord man spiritual I’d be dead
By the — grace of — God, God, God, God
G-God, God, God, G-God, G-God, G-God
By the — grace of — God, God, God, God
G-God, God, God, G-God, G-God, G-God
By the grace of God I escaped that place
By the skin of my teeth
I’m here though
Still here though
