Living Lyrics - David Banner

Chorus-Devin) 1/2x 

I don't know if it'll be alright, it'll be ok 

If it'll be alright, it'll be ok 

If it'll be alright, it'll be ok 

But I'm living today 

(Devin) 

I've been checkin out this reefer 'bout an hour and it sounds so soothin 

It's kinda hard to write this one and keep the track movin 

Barbeque with weed and brew is how we usually do it 

Get it dumpin while we pumpin up some good music 

Can't afford to lose it, hobbied to a full-time job 

Keep my track record clean for those who wanna pull my card 

It's kinda hard on a brotha with the struggle and all 

But all I can say is just keep hustlin and y'all 

Got to love it live it, ya can't be in it for nothin 

'Cause there's too many niggas out there who witness this shit, 

it's not fair 

Nobody to blame for your misfortune and fame 

Just tryna' take the right road, please, call Jermaine 

I've seen rain, but now it's pourin 

And at least I gotta have a Sweet when I wake in the mornin 

So let's just all do our thing like an orchestra does 

Pass the shit around so we can all get a buzz 

(Chorus) 

(David Banner) 

I can't blame it on my mama, nigga I knew she was broke 

No education so she spent the last check on some dope 

Hovers to John's and my father never seen the funds 

But I heard he was locked in jail keep his nuts on his tongue 

Who gives a fuck, the government can lick the sweat off my dick 

They put crack off in the hood and lock us up when we trip 

A little dough, ask them hoes what they put in here for 

I heard birds fly through the wind, then they land at your door 

Hot sex all night until my body gets numb 

I'm too nervous to relax so I bail when I come 

Can't get alone with my folks so I dump on them fools 

Basketball is all they taught a young nigga in school 

Fuck your foot, and your basket, you can lick on my balls 

My school don't have the internet so I stuff crack in my draws 

And if y'all know a better way, then y'all help me escape 

From this hell that I live everyday 

(Chorus) 

(Kamikaze) 

Dear Lord, please forgive me, I've sinned against your land 

I've lived this life so hella trife in this pursuit of loot and fame 

You saw your child weapin on his knees at night in vein 

And it's a way from tryna' get off in this game 

But if it's all the same, can I digress, I've struggled, nonetheless 

Make my first mistake of learnin how to drink and smoke the cess 

Did my best to tread water but it was just as I feared 

At the time I needed friends that was the time they disappeared 

See I got jeered in every corner, couldn't hang 'cause I was broke 

Thought he had a record deal, it seemed to be the runnin joke 

And it's just enough to drive a soul of man to drink and smoke 

Just enough to make a college grad go out and sell dope 

And it was never "how ya doin", never "can I help" 

"Can I share this wealth", I guess I have to make it by myself 

Could it be the situation came from dirt that I had done 

Havin no earthly idea where my next dollar's comin from 

Didn't give a damn if daddy all alone up in this world 

Didn't care anotha nigga had helped to feed my baby girl 

Didn't care that Kamikaze just broke down from all the stress 

Wasn't there at six that mornin, when my car got reposessed 

I thought y'all was my homies, but I guess it's just as well 

You left sho' 'nuff, you're rock bottom and I'm a let y'all burn in hell 

You're bitches 

(Chorus to fade)