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jaylon musa - `scholarship كلمات الأغنية

[ verse 1 ]

yea, in the nfl scoring touchdowns as the fans screaming his name/
he’s living well as a millionaire as he basking all in his fame/
jamal’s vision since a kid the whole hood knew he was god gifted/
when he’d speak he would talk different than the others kids they would all listen/
a born leader, his mother taught’em whatever’s on his heart don’t be afraid to speak it/
his father’s drinking forced his mom to leave’m he may come around every other season/
now that’s hard for jamal especially being that he’s thirteen/
he always tell his mom i guess my dad think i’m not worth seeing/
it motivates him, the silent pain his father left on him gave’m purpose/
playing football was that purpose he always watching clips of micheal irving/
it’s the summertime and he working he want to be in shape to play in his freshman year/
recruited heavy by a catholic school they gave his mom some bread just to get him there/
and they guaranteed that he would start at the slot receiver they think he’ll dominate/
they throw the ball a no huddle offense and all like a college style of play/
jamal’s in love everything he wanted up to this point he feel he conquered it/
a chance to play for a school that can pave the way for the day where he sign on the line for a scholarship

[ chorus ]

since a adolescent he would dream of going to the league so he need that ( scholarship )
not an education as a plan b the only thing on his mind is a
( scholarship )
he gotta make it out and buy his mom a house in the hills so he need that ( scholarship )
that scholarship, that scholarship

[ verse 2 ]

the second game of his freshman year he blew his knee out/
he balled out in his soph0m-re got the whole state taking heed now/
they won state jamal’s junior year got the scouts going watch the team now/
it’s mid july before his senior year jamal’s right where he wanna to be now ( wanna be now )
first seven of his senior year jamal averaging a buck 50
two touchdowns when the season ends/
he’ll prolly go for like fifteen hundred/
the scouts are calling, usc, from alabama down to lsu/
the pressure’s there 6 games of the season left jamal knows that he’s there to prove/
that he made for this, through blood, sweat, tears/
he been working everyday for this, two a days and sh-t
to be above every peer/
he wan’t a seat where the greatest sit/
jamal envisions bright lights, jamal envisions big house, jamal envisions nice cars/
i know there’s more to be done but as long as i do my part ( i’m rich)
maybe then my dad will come around he’ll be proud of me/
by that time i’ll be a millionaire i can pay the cost for his sobriety/
matter fact ima call him now, it’s 1am he may be asleep because the time it is/
he’ll be surprised when he hears all the good news bout his son going to lsu on scholarship

[ chorus ]

[ verse 3 ]

flashback 9 months ago to the phone call jamal
” i love you, i hate you, college, mom, drinking, why you never come to see me”? ( they made up )
it’s game day, music playing through his headphones as he try to focus/
jamal sitting on the trainer’s table getting his ankles tape it’s gone rain today/
he sends a text to his mom phone ” i invited dad ”
a minute later mom calling in he ignore the call, ain’t no time for that/ he know his mom
walking out from the trainer room to the locker room it’s time to get dressed/
it’s game time jamal is a bit stressed at the same time he excited by the big test/
they take the field, dropping b-lls left and right jamal he ain’t playing well/
it the first quarter he on the sideline, looks in the stands and he sees his mom/
he looks beside her he don’t see his dad then he signals to her where h-ll he at?/
she just shakes her head jamal tried not to break in tears then he says to himself ( f-k’em )
a hand grabs jamal by the jersey then the coach yells “you on special teams”/
he grabs his helmet runs on the field the kicker kicks the ball jamal catch and speeds it towards the sideline/
he’s at the 30 now he’s at the 40 bout to hit the 50/
the fans are cheering as run his pans his vision down the field an opponents nearing/
jamal thinking should i run’em try to stiff arm’em or just try to juke’m/
it’s touchdown if he get by the last man so jamal know he gotta lose’m/
the two collide, a crushing blow to jamal’s leg snaps his shin over/
he’s rushed off to the hospital as the doctors tells him his career’s over, scholarship

- jaylon musa

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