Can It Be (Half a Million Dollars and 18 Months Later) - Murs

For my supporters and fans, man I know ya’ll been waiting

Now its finally here and thank you for your patience

The worlds gone crazy since the last time we spoke

Blood shed in war, the absence of hope

Shooting at the school, the economy is a joke

Homies on heroine, homies on coke

But can you even blame them when they’re only trying to cope, damn!

All these rappers want to talk about is guns and dope

Don’t they realize we all at the end of our rope

The future all depends on the power of our quotes

The power of our pen, the power of our vote

The power of your words, the power of your voice

The power of America is the freedom of choice

We choose to do nothing, we losing, we’re suffering

Can it be that its time to do something

It’s not socialism, it’s not communism

It’s loving each other, realize there’s no difference

Its positive movement, gradual improvement

When no one else does, believe you can do it

My heart is a speaker, I bleed this music

The beats in my blood, I must transfuse it

If it wasn’t for this, then I just might lose it, damn!

My goddaughters, Nadia, Symon

Diana know your fathers' never coming home

Claimed by the streets its another war zone

Tears in my eyes as I’m writing this song

Mommy working two jobs trying to do it on her own

No matter where I go or how far I roam

Know that I love you, you’ll never be alone

Damn, you’re so grown

From the independent hip hop scene

Now they talking like how I’m not a hip hop fiend

Needle in my arm, can’t they see that I’m OD’N?

You’ll never take the stripes of this triple OG’N

I blaze trails, created festival

Lost 50Gs on Paid Dues, is that acceptable?

What?

I’m not down for the cause?

Hold on Mike, I’mma need a few bars

I could’ve done a Nas and scream hip hop is dead

I got up off my ass and I did something instead

Signed with the devil spent my scene in the upper level

Killed the beast from within now I’m a born again rebel

Trying to save the youth from the way of the gun

And if I only save one then my job is done

So you can say what you will, but you should judge me none!

From my God, from my faith;

I move place to place

Sometimes I thought if I should die, that’d be great

Drop on the spot man I didn’t even care

I stopped talking to you, I stopped saying prayers

Numb from the liquor and the anti-depressants

Pressure from the label, studio stressin'

Almost lost my passion to pursue this profession

For myself for my soul when I’m out on the road

I give so much out to these kids I don’t know

I thought I lost you with no one to talk to

But you’re the one that opened up the doors that I walked through

I can’t fault you only forgive you

I’m the only one that seen the pain that you been though

The drama the struggle that built all your issues

Its all just to make sure they never forget you

«Did I leave your mind when I was gone

Its not my thing trying to get back

But this time let me tell you where I’m at.»