With Love - Phora

Sometimes I think back to the times I never had shit

Joey had a 9 under his mattress and

He cocked it back and said «I'll take that risk

Being broke dawg I hate that shit

See, I’ve been plotting on this bank plus I got the plug to get me inside

But I can’t do this shit alone so is you ready to ride?»

Yeah, my pocket’s hurting, hate to see moma working

Wasn’t only ready to ride, I was ready to die

He said «tomorrow meet me here, 9AM and don’t be late my nigga, 50/50 down the

middle that’s the rate my nigga»

I shook his hand as I petered to walk, my homie pulled up and said we needed to

talk

He said «a couple days ago, man I was bumping your tape

And I don’t touch the radio just cause I can’t relate

You got that real shit, the type of songs people really feel shit»

told me he was proud and took a blunt to the face and I said

«I feel like this rap shit ain’t working, no money coming in homie and mom

still hurtin', the job ain’t certain, shit I might as well be in a coffin,

I feel like my only option is to put that work in, that’s on the real,

I wanna roll up in a Benz like you

Wanna break bread with my friends and get the mans like you

Put my mothafuckin' city on the map, but first I need me a strap cause there

ain’t no telling what these kids might do

That’s when he told me, «listen little homie you the chosen one,

don’t ever try to be like these niggas cause they’re the broken ones,

your music heals me to cope with the loss of my oldest son and it’s crazy

cause you’re younger than me but I see your soul’s become.

Why is it that any

man that I’ve ever met before, when I listen to your music, P, I think of

heaven more and that’s call we’re all in hell and I met the devil’s doll

And just cause we take a shot don’t mean we get to score»

And I said «damn I never thought of it like that, but sometimes praying ain’t

enough, we gotta' fight back»

He told me «I'd do anything to have a normal life back, my homie doing life and

I’m the only one that writes back»

He said «time is all we got, it ain’t enough to go around but if you wanna make

this work you got to slow it down but little did he know he saved my life that

day cause Joey always lived by the gun but he died that way

This dude who listens to my music, his nephew’s in the hospital

Fighting a kidney and doing everything possible

Just to stay alive, I seen his picture, wanted to cry

And that shit got me chocked up, and sometimes I feel so responsible

I’m worried about my album and what it sells in a week

While he’s worried about the count of his blood cells every week

And he’s fighting for his life, he can’t be feeling weak

But that’s ironic cause little homie’s stronger than me

I feel so ashamed homie, like how can I be ungrateful?

How can I wake up every morning and not say thank you

How can I question god in my music knowing damn well that everything I have he

blessed me with is so disgraceful

3 years old, little homie is 3 years old, fighting in this world so cold

See, I’ll never know his pain or what it’s like in his shoes

Little homie know we fighting for you

I wish, I wish there was something that I could do

If my wings weren’t broken I’d take him, give him to you

Cause he an angel in my eyes but the devil is trynna' grasp him

I haven’t prayed in months but I called for god and I asked him

«why does the strongest ones got it the hardest?

why do the successful guys

gotta' be heartless?

why kids losing their life before they know what life is?

I just ask you to watch over this kids

Yourstruly