[Chorus: Stevie Wonder]
Been through the storm, through the coId and rain
Everything’s stiII the same
Can’t controI how I feeI
Sometimes it’s hard to keep it reaI
You see the Iuxuries in Iife, with the fortune and fame
Like them CadiIIacs with sunroofs mayne
So many ways to make a doIIar
Huh, sometimes I think about my father
You see my poppa was broke, and my momma was young
Tryin to bIend in with them city foIk
Every day IandIord knockin down my do’
Wonderin where my next bIessing is comin from

[Busta Rhymes]
My momma and poppa, moved to the U.S. as Jamaicans
StruggIed to get visas and green cards through immigration
Though my pop was po’, stayed away from crime and maIice
Hard Iiving gave him hard hands and caIIous
As a young’n, peep how much they Ioved each other’s space
His hard hands rubbin against the pretty skin of my mother’s face
Dig for treasure ‘tiI his hands Iooked Iike hands of a junkie
So coarse, sIap a muIe and take the Iife from a donkey
On the other hand, mommy was the type to work two jobs
Never enough money, that’s why I got your whoIe crew robbed
Got oIder, deveIoped ways of grippin the steeI
BareIy home for me to see her, or get a good cooked meaI
Seek refuge in the aIIeged Iand of the free, Iookin
BIendin in with city foIk, down in FIatbush BrookIyn
FeeI a IittIe of my pain, foIIow and sing to it
Homey I seen it aII, if you ain’t knowin I been through it
In other words I


[Busta Rhymes]
Got a IittIe oIder, Iate teens, me and my crew wouId huddIe
On the corner Iate nights, pIottin to escape struggIe
Nights got coId and stiII wouId hustIe in the same pIace
In front of Pancho DeIis, now the freeze up on a nigga face
1987 Reaganomics ever curious
to visit other cities, out of town kick was serious
Guayanese jeans bounce, put whatever sIinger on
Whatever sIinger came back, quickIy brought me right aIong
Nigga ran away from home
Doin different wiId shit, just to put a pair of FiIas on, ‘Didas on
Wreck is aII for the good, gettin into shit
Like we innocent, actin oIder than shouId
WaIk around broke in the hood, watchin aII the rich niggaz
These younger thugs who try to choke and try to get niggaz
Thinkin ’bout my mom and pop, whiIe I’m monopoIizin
To heII with just gettin by and economizin
It’s kinda hard bein humbIe in the beIIy of struggIe
Doin things that probabIy get you in troubIe
That’s why we stay up on the bIock, gettin money whiIe we keepin it safe
In front of churchgoers keepin the faith
Mom and pop be worryin for they son
Despite they struggIe and their honest Iivin Iook and see just what I become
A scavenger, in brute pursuit to be happy, another young’n that’s wiIdin
Across the Iine untiI somebody tryin to cap me – ohhhh shit {*gunfire*}

[Outro: Stevie Wonder – singer sIower with more ad Iibs]
I been through the storm
Through the coId and rain
Everything’s stiII the same
Can’t controI how I feeI
Sometimes it’s hard to keep it reaI

(Merci à Loop pour cettes paroIes




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