T Clipse - Til the Grave Lyrics

Way I grew up you get sucker punched for tough talk
We never cried about our problems they got brushed off
And that did damage to my mental state
Never got a belt for fighting through it I'm a welter-weight
Amerige where I learned to skate
Why niggas never learn to swim? (Why?)
And that ain't metaphorical
My brothers' singing nervous hymns
Gangstas never learn to shoot
How you sleep you murder kids
Higher-ups be off white that's some Virgil shit
Hate me for my race but it don't matter Ima hurdle this
Hate me for my race but it don't matter Ima hurdle this
And they wondering how far I'll take it
All the love be automated
Barely even call my friends
I hate the pointless conversations
But it's love until the grave
It could be my last day to walk this earth I'm finna pray
This could be my last time writing lyrics on a page
Rest my head I'm finna lay
Hope I wake, hope I wake, hope I wake (Hope I wake)
Feeling better than today
Feeling better than today, feeling better than today
I'm doing just what's meant for me
Women want my spirit like Medusa and Persephone
Can't chase 'em Ima let 'em leave
Flooding let the levees breathe
Sober nights make better dreams
Living for the better days
Walk the dungeon fell the beasts
We locked in I won't tell the streets
About a thing that happened even if we fell out on some beef
A lot of niggas rapping can't jack that
Not at all
But I ain't stressing bout the other team 'cause Ima ball
Leaves in the grass, trees and the flowers
Nothing passive bout my past hard to breathe since a toddler
I been knocked down
They ain't see me bleed when I got up
I did some soul searching when I grieved and I wandered
When I grieved and I wandered
Grieved and I wandered
Did some soul searching when I grieved and I wandered, Clipse

Way I grew up you get sucker punched for tough talk
We never cried about our problems they got brushed off
And that did damage to my mental state
Never got a belt for fighting through it I'm a welter-weight
Amerige where I learned to skate
Why niggas never learn to swim? (Why?)
And that ain't metaphorical
My brothers' singing nervous hymns
Gangstas never learn to shoot
How you sleep you murder kids
Higher-ups be off white that's some Virgil shit
Hate me for my race but it don't matter Ima hurdle this
Hate me for my race but it don't matter Ima hurdle this
And they wondering how far I'll take it
All the love be automated
Barely even call my friends
I hate the pointless conversations
But it's love until the grave
It could be my last day to walk this earth I'm finna pray
This could be my last time writing lyrics on a page
Rest my head I'm finna lay
Hope I wake, hope I wake, hope I wake (Hope I wake)
Feeling better than today
Feeling better than today, feeling better than today
I'm doing just what's meant for me
Women want my spirit like Medusa and Persephone
Can't chase 'em Ima let 'em leave
Flooding let the levees breathe
Sober nights make better dreams
Living for the better days
Walk the dungeon fell the beasts
We locked in I won't tell the streets
About a thing that happened even if we fell out on some beef
A lot of niggas rapping can't jack that
Not at all
But I ain't stressing bout the other team 'cause Ima ball
Leaves in the grass, trees and the flowers
Nothing passive bout my past hard to breathe since a toddler
I been knocked down
They ain't see me bleed when I got up
I did some soul searching when I grieved and I wandered
When I grieved and I wandered
Grieved and I wandered
Did some soul searching when I grieved and I wandered, Clipse