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 © Shear Genius Publishing ™SmG, Music, LLC