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nathan baya – blessings كلمات اغاني

blessings

verse 1 : nathan baya
i’m housed up in toronto housing what house you in ?
tobermory
let me tell you all a story no money for the youth but trust is no money for they future put kids in commercial for only 5 dollars they can eat than behind the scenes eat the money and let the kids go hungry don’t expect me to fund your go fund me y’all like parents that view wealth fare as self care y’all don’t care about the youth matter as a fact
redefine youth cause adults act like children
y’all need to start chilling
where protection not only to protect you but to protect kids from a life of death
before you make a boy ask yourself
am i man? or am i just male?
a lot of you are born male
not men
been a man from the beginning like genesis depression been my nemisis bout to bring an end to this
like apocalypse
through my lips i speak nothing but truth like wealthfare claims to be for the family but it k!lls the father and leaves mommy with nothing but cash to raise kids
lady don’t spreads your legs for just anybody most wanna go raw than when the baby get smack down they leave you in the ring by yourself to wrestle with the economy

chorus : nathan baya
i woke up this morning with 3 blessings the fact that i can breathe and that i got two eyes to see living in the hood got no money for a therapist so if i’m p-ssed it’s on the beat where i explain my sh-t
i’m not paying n-body by hour when i got instrumentals for my mental
i’m not paying n-body by the hour when i got instrumentals for my mental

verse 2 : nixthetruth
got a lot on my plate, feels like thanksgiving
and my mind’s current state scary like a prison
saw my mom yesterday stressing in the kitchen
bout my dad and his ways of just disappearing
when it’s finances
ayo, she’s always forced to find answers
i get served bless chicken and some fried plantains
empty fridge, still food in the belly
watch momma work alone? no the hood wouldn’t let me (facts!)
it was grind hard or find god
define odds and denied love
the night’s hard
still smoke blunts
a couple steps from my backyard
or close park
never ever go far
home is where protection is
i’ll preach it to the therapist
i’m always taking care of things
my life is no experiment
f-ck you and your hour
how i express my stress is foul
then i bless my head with loud
until my soul connects with clouds (sheesh!)
ayo, what type of sh-t is that dawg
been writing so much sh-t, this music thing became a night job
god son jr, poetry i inherited
b-mp my own tracks each time the pain penetrates

- nathan baya

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