Rice & P's [A COLORS SHOW]
Yeah, life nuh really easy inna Jamaica
Sorry, I forget what you ah deal wit' pon ah daily
Usually, if it's conscious lyrics
I hear something from that-
Usually, I hear that from prayers
Or like, even though I'm come the ghetto
We still ah stay humble
We nah, we nah kill nobody
We nah, we nah big nobody up
Yuh know? Mi always ah praise Jah
So yuh understand
(Yeah, yeah)
Pray harder
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Uh, I'm still tryna hit a lick with my brothers
I run from undercovers
Fuck the other side, man, they won't ever love us
Five bullies, fam, 'cause they couldn't one-on-one us
No fast food, we got rice in the cupboard
Shit dem ah chatter, word from my papa
Stand up tall, make sure you never stutter
I'ma work hard to make sure you never suffer
I'm the man, not the boy, I'm the plug, not the runner
Mad remedies for our bad tendencies
Boom bye-bye to the bad energy
Went for the crown, came back for my G's
And I realize I ain't got no black enemies, uh (yeah, yeah)
My list of achievements is longer than my list of regrets
But we still gotta fight for respect
Fuck it, I'ma fight 'til the death, ayy
Runnin' from the feds on the back roads, yeah, yeah
Callin' on my mama on my trap phone, yeah, yeah
Am I ever gonna make it back home? Yeah, yeah
Uh, runnin' from the feds on the back roads, yeah, yeah
Callin' on my mama on my trap phone, yeah, yeah
Am I ever gonna make it back home? Yeah, yeah
Runnin' from the feds on the back roads, yeah, yeah
Callin' on my mama on my trap phone, yeah, yeah
Am I ever? Uh
Back road singin', trap phone ringin'
Skin color made it oh so different
Pandemic wasn't in the 20/20 vision
Back from the mountains, man with a mission
Better start runnin' when the Babylon's comin'
We were good at everything, they said we're good for nothin'
Ten-toe dashin', blue lights flashin'
Pain when I'm rappin', black with a passion
Action, I can't do the conversation
Light incense when I'm contemplatin'
I'm in sense when I see the news
They don't hear the words, they just see the views
Uh, the way you talk when you're in the streets
Is it the same when it's me and you?
When you've had nothing and you can't ever lose
So much work that we need to do
Runnin' from the feds on the back roads, yeah, yeah
Callin' on my mama on my trap phone, yeah, yeah
Am I ever gonna make it back home? Yeah, yeah
Runnin' from the feds on the back roads, yeah, yeah
Callin' on my mama on my trap phone, yeah, yeah
Am I ever gonna make it back home? Yeah, yeah
And then
You don't say that? What does it remind you of?
Let's see if you know
Let's see if you know your true self
You ready?
And then