See right now, the people are just getting the beautiful
The ignorance of affluence hasn't provided an outlet for those other stories
But I represent the people
And we represent the bad and the beautiful
These stories matter
Have-not music
Chorus:
I used to be a used to
I used to be a used to (I used to be a used to)
I used to grind in the dirt
I used to cry til it hurt
I will look up to the heavens
When is my time going to come
I used to be a used to
But I never got used to
Being what I used to
I used to be a used to
But I never got used to
Being what I used to
Be
Verse 1:
I know you know the outcome
But how about the how come
What could make Detroit Red turn from a Malcom
My blessings, see I should count them
But I'm running out of hands
Please Lord understand
The pressure that I deal with as a man
Like trying to provide for Mama
And keep the green in my hand
The guilt, the consequences of gaining from other's pain
The realization you're going to hell for a pair or J's
See I was never used to
Being what I used to
Started with an OZ and flipped that to a new coupe
You never heard me rap dope
Cuz n***a I den been thru
And seen it all
And I made it despite my fall
See I could never glorify sh** that made my mama cry
Even though I tried, there's no way that I could justify
And these memories leave me horrified
They got me like damn
Please lord understand
That I…
Chorus:
I used to be a used to
I used to be a used to (I used to be a used to)
I used to grind in the dirt
I used to cry til it hurt
I will look up to the heavens
When is my time going to come
I used to be a used to
But I never got used to
Being what I used to
Be
I used to be a used to
But I never got used to
Being what I used to
Be
Verse 2:
I got a niece named Cheerio
That's sick of eating Cheerios
She motivate this pain that I'm singing thru your stereo
She looking at her uncle like “damn, we need a miracle”
And she ain't lying
I tell her “Baby, I'm trying!”
Cuz she don't understand why it's bad here
And she don't understand why her dad there
It breaks my heart to see her with them damn tears
I tell her “Hold you head and be strong cuz you a damn Shears”
See Nel mama gone
And Jason mama gone
And Alex mama gone
My n***as all alone
And I know my n***as need this song to help them stay strong
And weather they way thru all these storms
See ASHES grew up in ciphers
I died and came back to write songs for lifers
The miss the revolution in my music
I guess that's just the evolution in my music
Chorus:
I used to be a used to
I used to be a used to (I used to be a used to)
I used to grind in the dirt
I used to cry til it hurt
I will look up to the heavens
When is my time going to come
I used to be a used to
But I never got used to
Being what I used to
I used to be a used to
But I never got used to
Being what I used to
Be
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