Shear Genius Productions - No Apologies (A.S.H.E.S: The First Call) lyrics

Intro: It's instincts It's morals And everything in between Chorus: I can't fall down in my knees And apologize to you Cuz that ain't my style I can't fall down in my knees And apologize to you Cuz that ain't my style Verse 1: n***a these streets got sewers that'll swallow you whole Be knee deep in manuer Gotta roll with your chrome n***as wanna know what makes me tick How my flow can be the anecdote Yet be so sick How on my 10th birthday When I ain't get sh** Except for my cousin's d**h And ain't cry one bit Understand this ain't your run of the mill boy It's real round here Any day can get k**ed boy I know it takes some getting used to No promised future Cuz n***as might shoot you Round here, it's not Pops just Moms Your world's got pros Our world's got cons Standing on this corner Got my hands in my pockets Cuz it's freezing plus it's raining We just trying to make a profit Round here you gotta sense that danger Here father's is strangers But it gets stranger So… Chorus: I can't fall down in my knees And apologize to you Cuz that ain't my style I can't fall down in my knees And apologize to you Cuz that ain't my style Verse 2: We share beds here so it's hard to sleep Even ladies preach bravery to the Nth degree Round here you survive on homeboy Love The kind that'll make you clip up Take your homeboy's slug When you poor you fill your dreams up with what you would be Til reality wakes you up and drags you back to the scene You ever had to fight to belong Only to make it right and have them tell you our sh** was wrong You ever stood small and had to fight big Lost and Mama made you hit the streets to fight that kid again Cuz Mama ain't raise no punk Daddy's gone Plus these streets is tough You ever stood with outstretched hands Coppin' pleas from life cuz you didn't understand You ever felt like a failure Cuz you came up short in life like a small size tailor If so… Chorus: I can't fall down in my knees And apologize to you Cuz that ain't my style I can't fall down in my knees And apologize to you Cuz that ain't my style Verse 3: Your mama ever knelt on bending knee Praying to God Or begging that welfare man to let that check be You ever had fake clothes and got your front on Come home to see your whole life was on your front lawn You ever ate your dinner with your hands Cuz there was no silverware Or ate your dinner from a can You ever walked around like “f** it! Try me!” Cuz you was angry at the world like “Why me?” You ever had to sell your mama work To keep your mama out the streets And keep them dealers out her skirt You ever had to pray for better days? Or had to close your eyes to make them prison bars go away? Yeah that's what life's bout here So it's never bout wrong or right here It's survival of the fittest every minute Cuz one minute you're here The next minute your finished Every night you gotta fight where I'm from Wrong or right this is life in the slums One Chorus: I can't fall down in my knees And apologize to you Cuz that ain't my style I can't fall down in my knees And apologize to you Cuz that ain't my style © Shear Genius Publishing ™SmG, Music, LLC