"Make It By" lyrics
The funny thing about writing that pain
Is sometimes you gotta search for the things to say, y'nah mean?
But sometimes
Sometimes the words fall from right out the sky
Why do we ask "Why?"
'Cause there's gotta be more than just this, seein' with the naked eye
But maybe I'm just hopin' in this part of how I'm copin'
With the way that I been dealin' with trauma since I was baby-high
Runnin' 'round the house full of roaches, plastic on sofas
Moms and pops rubbin' they noses, hope I ain't notice
'Cause I'm focused on my green army men, settin' up soldiers
Project floor cold as North Pole is, my fingers frozen
Radiator broken, oven door open, the pot smokin'
No hot water, so we boilin' a batch that we can go soak in
The neighbors to the left crackheads, you smell the smoke in the hallway
In and out all day, eyes wide open
Got older, mom sent me to the store, in came the jokin'
I'm in there spendin' colorful money prayin' and hopin'
I don't run into Shonda and Dee Dee while I'm unfoldin' food stamps
Gimme some Newport Lights and two tokens
And we try, and we try, and we try
Try to make it by
And we try, and try, and we try
Try to make it by
And we try, and we try, and we try
Try to make it by
And we try, and try, and we try
Try to make it by
I wish my words went right up to the sky
So the big guy could tell me why some of my boys had to die
I had that water in my eyes before I knew how to cry
Too young to process death, playin' that D.R.S., gangsta leanin' by
I think about how much older I used to feel
But we was just teenagers, babies out in the field
Children goin' to jail with stories of how it's real
Hustlin' to buy guns and throw on that Pelle Pelle
I remember my first crack sale
A white fiend named Fuzzy in the back stairwell
Happy, he hopped on his bike right after coppin' his white, but I ain't feel well
Stomach turnin', scared to death, hope my niggas can't tell
I lit a L and threw some O-E back
My routine for the next few years, but it was lowkey wack
The wrong environment have a beautiful soul feel trapped
Some stay, some make it out, some go back, damn
And we try, and we try, and we try
Try to make it by
And we try, and try, and we try
Try to make it by
And we try, and we try, and we try
Try to make it by
And we try, and try, and we try
Try to make it by
Is sometimes you gotta search for the things to say, y'nah mean?
But sometimes
Sometimes the words fall from right out the sky
Why do we ask "Why?"
'Cause there's gotta be more than just this, seein' with the naked eye
But maybe I'm just hopin' in this part of how I'm copin'
With the way that I been dealin' with trauma since I was baby-high
Runnin' 'round the house full of roaches, plastic on sofas
Moms and pops rubbin' they noses, hope I ain't notice
'Cause I'm focused on my green army men, settin' up soldiers
Project floor cold as North Pole is, my fingers frozen
Radiator broken, oven door open, the pot smokin'
No hot water, so we boilin' a batch that we can go soak in
The neighbors to the left crackheads, you smell the smoke in the hallway
In and out all day, eyes wide open
Got older, mom sent me to the store, in came the jokin'
I'm in there spendin' colorful money prayin' and hopin'
I don't run into Shonda and Dee Dee while I'm unfoldin' food stamps
Gimme some Newport Lights and two tokens
And we try, and we try, and we try
Try to make it by
And we try, and try, and we try
Try to make it by
And we try, and we try, and we try
Try to make it by
And we try, and try, and we try
Try to make it by
I wish my words went right up to the sky
So the big guy could tell me why some of my boys had to die
I had that water in my eyes before I knew how to cry
Too young to process death, playin' that D.R.S., gangsta leanin' by
I think about how much older I used to feel
But we was just teenagers, babies out in the field
Children goin' to jail with stories of how it's real
Hustlin' to buy guns and throw on that Pelle Pelle
I remember my first crack sale
A white fiend named Fuzzy in the back stairwell
Happy, he hopped on his bike right after coppin' his white, but I ain't feel well
Stomach turnin', scared to death, hope my niggas can't tell
I lit a L and threw some O-E back
My routine for the next few years, but it was lowkey wack
The wrong environment have a beautiful soul feel trapped
Some stay, some make it out, some go back, damn
And we try, and we try, and we try
Try to make it by
And we try, and try, and we try
Try to make it by
And we try, and we try, and we try
Try to make it by
And we try, and try, and we try
Try to make it by
