Poetry Study by Sabina Galvan-block 2

Blessed

Schoolboy Q ft. Kedrick Lamar

[Verse 1: ScHoolBoy Q]

What it’s like for a n!gga like me

Livin’ out his backpack every night needin’ a new place to sleep

But this is now, n!gga!

Ones for the money, two for the b*tches

Three to get ready cause I feel I finally did it

Four’s for the jealous rapper mad because he finished

Turn that m*therfvcker to a critic

Man, I got so much shit up on my plate dawg

I was hangin’ on them corners late

Pockets wasn’t straight, b!tch

I ain’t gon’ make it at this rate, dawg

Know what I’m sayin’?

N!gga prayin’ up to God just hopin’ that he hear a n!gga

I know the world got more problems and it’s much bigger

But I figured, I’d get some sh!t up off my chest

To all my n!ggas I would die for

Load my pistol up, go out and war for

To all my n!ggas that’ll never make it out the streets

Fvck it, keep goin’ hard, don’t let ‘em see you weak

To all my n!ggas first time steppin’ in the pen

Read a book and exercise, keep your spirit in

To all my n!ggas that’s gon’ fvck around and die today

Take our hats off, bow our heads and let us pray

Just wanna say

[Hook: ScHoolBoy Q]

Stay blessed my n!gga, blessed my n!gga

Really think about it, could be worse my n!gga

Don’t stress my n!gga, yes my n!gga

We all blessed my n!gga

[Verse 2: ScHoolBoy Q]

Now how the fvck I’m ‘posed to say this?

You see, my n!gga just lost his son while I’m here huggin’ on my daughter

I grip her harder

Kiss her on the head as I cry for a bit

Thinkin’ of some b*llsh!t to tell him, like

“It’ll be okay. You’ll be straight, it’ll be aight.”

Well, fvck that shit, whatever you need, yo, I got it!

Whether it’s money or some weed or puttin’ in work, fvck it, then I’m ridin’!

You know wassup, but now a n!gga couldn’t stick around

Told myself that after y’all moved that I’d be a fvckin’ fool

To be livin’ by the street rules

Fvck police tattoos, that happens when you ditch school

But anyway, keep the faith, stay strong brah

Remain’ solid brah

Keep playin’ ball cause it’s the only way up out it brah

A n!gga proud of ya’

Tell Floyd to enjoy his newborn seed, I’ll have whatever he needs

We the last of a dyin’ breed, live life, smoke trees

See how far we’ve come, but most, I’m sorry for your son

[Hook]

[Bridge: Ab-Soul]

And you ain’t gotta shed no tear

I’ll be everywhere

And I’mma always be right here

I ain’t forgot those years

I’ll be everwhere

But I’mma always be right here

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]

Livin’ in a premature place – wait

Never grow to see the pearly gates – break

Every time a bullet detonate – dates

Of obituary carry crates of a scary picture

With a family member that relate to ya

In December you was finna pin another case

On your record in a stolen Expedition, play it safe

As the record spinnin’ you was hearin’ angels entertain

Every pun intended, that was wicked, comin’ from your brain

Recognize you listened and you didn’t hit the block again

That’s because the minute after you had moved you would be slain

Open up another chapter in the book and read ‘gain

Story of a gun-clapper really tryna make a change

Everybody ain’t (blessed my n!gga)

Yes, my nigga, you’re blessed

Take advantage, do your best, my n!gga

Don’t stress, you was granted everything inside this planet

Anything you imagine, you possess, my n!gga

You reject these n!ggas, that neglect, your respect

For the progress of a baby step, my n!gga

Step, step my n!gga

One, two, skip, skip

Back, back, look both ways

Pull it off the hip

Blast at anybody say that you can’t flip

This crack into rap music every other zip is a track

Get used to it, get it off quick

Come back, give back to the city you’ve built

That’s that, don’t trip, see money, fuck niggas, dawg

It ain’t nothin’ but a bunch of fvck n!ggas dawg

In a minute everybody gon’ be winnin’

Put a little faith in it then recognize that we all

This is a simile because...

Sinner

Phora

When I speak it's like ya'll don't hear

Why I feel like God don't care

Why I feel like I ain't good as no one else

I'm searching but my pride ain't there

I just feel like life ain't fair

My boy got shot, died right there

But me, I died twice and came back to life

So tell me how can I be scared

Why do I gotta doubt myself

All I ever do is doubt myself

Drink liquor till the head gets consumed by the pint, like

I don't care about my health

Really I'm just trying to numb the pain

Love and hate it all just feels the same

Won't say I'm affected by the fame

But even my momma know I changed

So I get drunk till I can't feel

The love fake, the pain real

Got so many scars it ain't heal

But I gotta soul bullets can't kill

Why I feel like cops just want to pop me

Pop's never had a pot to piss in

Probably pack a nine on his hip then sit beside me

Pray to God there's no triple six inside me

No I can't let the devil in my mind

Same time the church will turn you blind

Last time I heard a preacher preach a sermon

All I heard him say was sinner's going to die

And they will never get to see a Heaven

With all due respect fuck the reverend

Cause I know life was doing 25

Praying for early death like it's a blessing

This for my people going through depression

This for the kids who never felt affection

This for the kids whose parents don't accept them

Saying they love everyone else except them

I know what it's like to feel alone

I know what it's like to need a home

I know what it's like to not know what it's like

To have a love you can call your own

[Hook]

See I done tried every single fucking drug on that shelf

Trust me man it don't help

I just feel like I'm losing myself (x5)

[Verse 2]

Why I feel like love don't last

Things change when you move so fast

I was trying to focus on us in the future

You was focused on my past

If you left I would lose my soul

Promise me that you won't let go

See I just need love it's funny I got all money but my heart still broke

So many times I said I'ma change

Just to turn around and do the same

Same shit that's been putting you in pain

I know I'm the only one to blame

So I get drunk, till I can't see

I love you, but I hate me

Trying to be someone I can't be

And I ain't been myself lately

Why I feel like I'm the only one that got me

You could take the same 45 that shot me

Pop the clip in, cock it back and put that motherfucker to my head, you'll never stop me

Yeah I be living life on the edge

Suicide all in my head

Why the world don't care about no one else's life till they already dead

I just wish pops was back to how he was

Cause he ain't been the same since the drugs

And I ain't been the same since he said the worst form of pain is not being loved

So we use the drugs they gave to us

To replace the love the world takes from us

Lately I don't even know who to trust

They saying even Satan was an angel once

So I can't feel shit, so numb that I can't feel shit

Living just to die, we dying just to live this life it doesn't make no sense

[Hook:]

See I done tried every single fucking drug on that shelf

Trust me man it don't help

I just feel like I'm losing myself (x5)

This song is a simile because Phora compares himself to a couple of things. He says "When I speak it's like y'all don"t hear." By that i think hes meaning that he has tried to help some people through life, but yet they seem to not listen.

Crooked Smile

J. Cole

I'm on my way, on my way, on my way down

On my way, on my way, on my way down

You're the one that was trying to keep me way down

But like the sun know you know I found my way back round

They tell me I should fix my grill cause I got money now

I ain't gon' sit around and front like I ain't thought about it

A perfect smile is more appealing but it's funny how

My shit is crooked look at how far I done got without it

I keep my twisted grill, just to show them kids it's real

We ain't picture perfect but we worth the picture still

I got smart, I got rich, and I got bitches still

And they all look like my eyebrows: thick as hell

Love yourself, girl, or nobody will

Oh, you a woman? I don't know how you deal

With all the pressure to look impressive and go out in heels

I feel for you

Killing yourself to find a man that'll kill for you

You wake up, put makeup on

Stare in the mirror but its clear that you can't face what's wrong

No need to fix what God already put his paint brush on

Your roommate yelling, "Why you gotta take so long?"

What it's like to have a crooked smile

I'm on my way, on my way, on my way down

On my way, on my way, on my way down

You're the one that was trying to keep me way down

But like the sun know you know I found my way back round

To all the women with the flaws, know it's hard my darling

You wonder why you're lonely and your man's not calling

You keep falling victim cause you're insecure

And when I tell you that you're beautiful you can't be sure

'Cause he don't seem to want you back

And it got you asking

So all you see is what you lacking

Not what you packing

Take it from a man that loves what you got

And baby girl you're a star, don't let 'em tell you you're not

Now is it real? Eyebrows, fingernails, hair

Is it real? if it's not, girl you don't care

Cause what's real is something that the eyes can't see

That the hands can't touch

That them broads can't be, and that's you

Never let 'em see you frown

And if you need a friend to pick you up, I'll be around

And we can ride with the windows down, the music loud

I can tell you ain't laughed in a while

But I wanna see that crooked smile

I'm on my way, on my way, on my way down

On my way, on my way, on my way down

You're the one that was trying to keep me way down

But like the sun know you know I found my way back round

Crooked smile, we could style on 'em (back 'round)

Crooked smile, we could style on 'em (back 'round)

(You're the one that was trying to keep me way down

Like the sun, I know you know I found my way back round)

We don't look nothing like the people on the screen

You know them movie stars, picture perfect beauty queens

But we got dreams and we got the right to chase ‘em

Look at the nation, that's a crooked smile braces couldn't even straighten

Seem like half the race is either on probation, or in jail

Wonder why we inhale, cause we in hell already

I asked if my skin pale, would I then sell like Eminem or Adele?

Yo one more time for the 'Ville

And fuck all of that beef shit, nigga let's make a mil

Hey officer man, we don't want nobody getting killed

Just open up that cell, let my brother out of jail

I got money for the bail now, well now

If you asking will I tell now? Hell naw

I ain't snitching cause

Man, they get them niggas stitches now

If you was around, then you wouldn't need a witness now

How you like this crooked smile?

I'm on my way, on my way, on my way down

On my way, on my way, on my way down

You're the one that was trying to keep me way down

But like the sun know you know I found my way back round

Crooked smile, we could style on 'em (back 'round)

Crooked smile, we could style on 'em (back 'round)

(You're the one that was trying to keep me way down

Like the sun, I know you know I found my way back round)

Written by Rich Harrison, Meleni Smith, Jermaine Cole, Anthony Parrino • Copyright © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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