Been Through The Storm Lyrics - The Big Bang - Busta Rhymes

Been through the storm, through the cold and rain 

Every thing's still the same 

Can't control how I feel 

Sometimes it's hard to keep it real 

You see the luxuries in life, with the fortune and fame 

Like them Cadillacs with sunroofs mayne 

So many ways to make a dollar 

Huh, sometimes I think about my father 

You see, my poppa was broke, and my momma was young 

Tryin' to blend in with them city folk 

Every day landlord knockin' down my do' 

Wonderin' where my next blessing is comin' from 

My momma and poppa, moved to the U.S. as Jamaicans 

Struggled to get visas and green cards through immigration 

Though my pop was po', stayed away from crime and malice 

Hard living gave him hard hands and callous 

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As a young and peep how much they loved each other's space 

His hard hands rubbin, against the pretty skin of my mother's face 

Dig for treasure 'til his hands looked like hands of a junkie 

So coarse, slap a mule and take the life from a donkey 

On the other hand, mommy was the type to work two jobs 

Never enough money, that's why I got your whole crew robbed 

Got older, developed ways of grippin' the steel 

Barely home for me to see her, or get a good cooked meal 

Seek refuge in the alleged land of the free, lookin' 

Blendin' in with city folk, down in Flat bush Brooklyn 

Feel a little of my pain, follow and sing to it 

Homey, I seen it all, if you ain't knowin' I been through it 

In other words I 

Been through the storm, through the cold and rain 

Every thing's still the same 

Can't control how I feel 

Sometimes it's hard to keep it real 

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You see the luxuries in life, with the fortune and fame 

Like them Cadillacs with sunroofs mayne 

So many ways to make a dollar 

Huh, sometimes I think about my father 

You see, my poppa was broke, and my momma was young 

Tryin' to blend in with them city folk 

Every day landlord knockin' down my do' 

Wonderin' where my next blessing is comin' from 

Got a little older, late teens, me and my crew would huddle 

On the corner late nights, plottin' to escape struggle 

Nights got cold and still would hustle in the same place 

In front of Pancho Delis, now the freeze up on a nigga face 

1987 Reaganomics ever curious 

To visit other cities, out of town kick was serious 

Guyanese jeans bounce, put whatever slinger on 

Whatever slinger came back, quickly brought me right along 

Nigga ran away from home, doin' different wild shit 

Just to put a pair of Filas on, 'Didas on 

Wreck is all for the good, gettin' into shit 

Like we innocent, actin' older than should 

Walk around broke in the hood, watchin all the rich niggaz 

These younger thugs who try to choke and try to get niggaz 

Thinkin' 'bout my mom and pop, while I'm monopolizin' 

To hell with just gettin' by and economizin' 

It's kinda hard bein' humble in the belly of struggle 

Doin' things that probably get you in trouble 

That's why we stay up on the block, gettin' money 

While we keepin' it safe in front of churchgoers keepin' the faith 

Mom and pop be worryin' for they son, despite they struggle 

And their honest livin', look and see just what I become 

A scavenger in brute pursuit to be happy, another young and 

That's wildin' across the line until somebody tryin' to cap me, oh shit 

I been through the storm, through the cold and rain 

Everything's still the same, can't control how I feel 

Sometimes it's hard to keep it real 

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