Da Morris Of Da Story Lyrics

Da Morris of the story is  

One mother four kids 

All we had was

Oatmeal and Grape Suncup 

Before this we was out till the sun up 

Ain't see much other fam it was just us  

Still went to church we was homeless 

Until we finally found a shelter  

Which had a pre-school I would go to 

The Devil saying that our lucks up 

Momma preaching no stupid look up 

And I seen God was there every step of the way  

I believe I can fly on graduation day 

This was back when you could find a smile on my face 

Like every day ain't really have toys just some joy in our space 

Cuz it was ours 

Life's sweet that part we had was sour 

I remember we would pray to God for hours 

Honestly we still pray to God for ours 

Cuz poverty don't seem far  

And if I take time recap when I was little 

I'll recognize I felt my little heart take a missile 

That's why it be so hard for me to tell you girl I miss you 

My momma had it worse a knucklehead is what I grew to 

Morris of the story is life's not easy  

If I say I came from nothing they prolly won't believe me 

With barely a pot to piss in had to deal with lotta (Shh) 

I pray to God but if I had a genie I would wish 

That I ain't have to handle bills with financial aid 

That my brother ain't owe a dime to dang Sallie Mae 

That every time that the rent due I could feel safe 

There were times that the lights off so I would have to stay 

Outside with my friends momma told me play it off  

Friends ask what's the problem I say inside we gon' be bored 

I lied because my pride and circumstance had me distraught 

I was living in the dark  

I would wish for a new start  

Tell my mom they ain't your fam if they got cars and let you walk 

Tell my dad you took a vow so suck it up and play your part 

Tell myself don't let the hard times cloud up my heart 

Tell God I'm only sinning to feel I've earned whatever comes 

Y'all don't hear me though 

That one friend that stays home y'all don't know he broke 

Them clothes that fit too big that's his brother's own 

Them foams that turned out to be fake that's his homie shoe 

Word to Thomas fool 

And if I take time recap when I was little 

I'll recognize I felt my little heart take a missile 

That's why it be so hard for me to tell you girl I miss you 

My momma had it worse a knucklehead is what I grew to 

Morris of the story is life's not easy  

If I say I came from nothing they prolly won't believe me 

With barely a pot to piss in had to deal with lotta (Shh) 

I pray to God but if I had a genie I would wish 

For you 

I would wish for me 

I would wish for fam 

I would wish for gang and family 

I would wish for you 

I would wish for me 

I would wish for fam 

I would wish for gang and family