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Chris White
Chris White
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris White
Chris White
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thee Elite
Thee Elite
Producer

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People tell me they love me
but I fear it’s a motive
I was Born with the drive
Now I feel like a chauffeur
Had to bury dad
never getting that closure
All this pain in my heart
carry the world on my shoulders
Some people left for dead
maybe that’s all in my head
Are you getting the message
when you leave on read?
Feel like it needs to be said
I ain't need to be led
Bunch of felons and addicts
everyday in my crib
I ain’t end up like them
do you know where I'm from?
I'm from the bottom, the slums
where toddlers hold guns
Where they fight over crumbs
where a chance never comes
When they shoot, better run
where the truth never comes
Where they cook up a lie
and they serve it well done
Where they’re serving their time
in a cell so young
Used to think it was fun, stealing cars shooting guns
Now we pray for tomorrow
but tomorrow never come
I go sleep every night
Wake up cold sweats
Toss and turn in my sheets
Ask the Lord, what's next?
All this pain in my heart
Can't live with regrets
Gave it all that I had
Ain’t got nothing left
I go sleep every night
Wake up cold sweats
Toss and turn in my sheets
Ask the Lord, what's next?
All this pain in my heart
Can't live with regrets
Gave it all that I had
Ain’t got nothing left
Living in the struggle
got me questioning fate
Is this real life?
Did God make a mistake?
Every step that I take
feels like carrying weight
Hustling hard every day
just to make ends meet
Growing up in the trenches
I learned how to survive
Had to fight for my life
just to stay alive
Dreams of getting out
but the streets pull me back
Voices all in my head
keeping me on the track
Lost a lot of friends
watched them fade to black
Memories of dad
they replay in my mind
Keep trying to find peace
but it's hard to find
All this pain inside
bottled up and confined
Every day that I grind
hoping that I see a sign
Started studying Braille
just in case go blind
New case, same crime,
more time for my kind
Tell me When we learn
what’s theirs ain’t mine
I go sleep every night
Wake up cold sweats
Toss and turn in my sheets
Ask the Lord, what's next?
All this pain in my heart
Can't live with regrets
Gave it all that I had
Ain’t got nothing left
I go sleep every night
Wake up cold sweats
Toss and turn in my sheets
Ask the Lord, what's next?
All this pain in my heart
Can't live with regrets
Gave it all that I had
Ain’t got nothing left
Written by Chrisden White
Written by: Chris White
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