Growing Up Poor Lyrics

Growing up poor make you think a little different

Holes in the floor make you wake up shivering

Stash house next door have your eyes shifting

Dad bounced but I had to forgive him

See that's the difference

I identify every blessing that I'm given

Could have held onto resentment

Grown bitter and sour

But your mind is a weapon

Wielding significant power

These cowards

Are just begging to get Psy-Op'd

Every day I fight cause we gotta save Zion

Do it for the time I caught my sister slicing

Do it for my ma, 3 jobs to keep the lights on

All felt pain

But we deal with it in different ways

Never run away, but shift my brain

Through the rain

Are the rays

Of sunshine

Some grind

Some cower

Some defy

Some conform to the powers

That be

I'm that kid with a dream

I'm that boy

Who destroyed

These dems (demons)

With an ultralight beam

From the most high

I'm

Just a vessel

My mind's stone cold, I'm the Rock

We always wrestle

But I overcome and rise

You'll find a way out

Man, c'mon just open up your eyes

Growing up poor make you think a little different

Holes in the floor make you wake up shivering

Stash house next door have your eyes shifting

Dad bounced but I had to forgive him

Still broke, but I'm rich now

Abundance of hope that I give out

Walking in the light, despite all the darkness

It's their lies, I fight, my mouth I will not mask it

Got, God on the team

You sided with dems (demons)

I can see through your schemes

I'll achieve my dreams

Without the mark of the beast

Katana, planting seeds

A warrior, garderning

Mushashi-sama

Words drone striking like Obama

But on the enemy not innocent civilians

The world waking up by the billions

The powers that be messed up cause the children

Must be protected at all costs

Huberman and Costello the bulldog

Is the type of love we need

Not lies, and unelected governing

The truth is

There's a simple blueprint

Become a life-long student

Oppose the movement

And move to music like how these flutes hit

Growing up poor make you think a little different

Holes in the floor make you wake up shivering

Stash house next door have your eyes shifting

Dad bounced but I had to forgive him

Growing up poor make you think a little different

Holes in the floor make you wake up shivering

Stash house next door have your eyes shifting

Dad bounced but I had to forgive him