Little Brother, Dynas - Deeper lyrics

Yeah, Rapper Big Pooh
Phonte, Dynas, 9th Wonder's on production
Another LB function
Topshop where we at, you know the tune
Yeah, check it, yo, uh

For the right price, you can get quite nice
That's how they do life right now in the D
Scallywags selling P for free
When I hop in the V
Do they think bidness back to the street?
On the hunt for they master
Beat with the glass dick
It's a shame what they do for that next hit
And every move is so drastic
I'm talking bout prom queens
Who turned into has-beens
Like this chick named Mia
Shorty was the shit in high school
Every broad had to be her
Walking down the hall


Every dude had to gee her
Rocked the new shit, Diesel shoes
No sneakers
Hair kept tight, French tips fresh
Everything she did, Mia was the best
Until graduation day, life turned to mess
Her pops took two to the
Chest over dope money
Now the family's broke
Moms turned to Bourb' and Coke
Tryna numb the pain
Mia never came to grips with it
Going through flicks then ripping them shit's
Before she'd get drunk with it
In the streets, no faction
Snow became her fashion, riding through
No passion
Now old classmates laugh while they passing
Because she gone in the wind
And that's what happens

I seen storms, sunshowers and rain
Just as sure as the sky's
Blue and the seasons change
A lot of people use chemicals
To ease the pain there's gotta be more
I'm tryna go deeper mayne
I seen storms, sunshowers and rain
Just as sure as the sky's
Blue and the seasons change
A lot of people use chemicals
To ease the pain there's gotta be more
I'm tryna go deeper mayne

I wanna tell the church where the
Works of the devils appear
Why the blonde haired
Blue eyed Jesus gazes and stare
I'm from the ghetto where
They braided his hair
Slum raiding the square
We found love when he made it appear
Pastor told me drop dough and
My soul would be clear
And I believed him, he purchased a this year
As if my life will be
Spared if I start giving no details
Just told your boy I was not Christian
The plot thickens when he revoked my baptism
Repo'd my black vision
Man of the cloth who tortured black women
Said the Bible wasn't mine
But found the time
To stack riches, steady asking for my tide
Many men claim they bang they head
Turn off your T-N-N and run tell your friends
Ain't no salvation in the message he said
I could never comprehend
Now the title of being born again
Could help me lose my friend
We used to chill but now I can't talk to them
Claiming we not equal
Thought we was all God's people?
Questioning my faith and where I
Stand as a man
So now my home is my church, and Dynas
He only worship with the fam

I seen storms, sunshowers and rain
Just as sure as the sky's
Blue and the seasons change
A lot of people use religion to ease the pain
There's gotta be more
I'm tryna go deeper mayne
I seen storms, sunshowers and rain
Just as sure as the sky's
Blue and the seasons change
A lot of people use religion to ease the pain
There's gotta be more
I'm tryna go deeper mayne

This is the last stop, last chance
Last train to greatness
Last pain I take within my own chance
For Hip Hop
I feel I got to take a strong stance
I'm sick of that bullshit
Hell I'm a grown ass man
I had to sit back, think, pause and recline
Gain a sense of myself while
I'm caught in the grind
I could just throw some words together
And call it a rhyme
But, I'm tryna change the world
Eight bars at a time
That's what deep thoughts will do to you kid
Have you thinking bout existence and
How hard it usually is
I'm kinda young but I ain't new to the biz
Just wanna hear my beats knock
Like past opportunities did
Phonte still burning it - rhymes
So ahead of his time
I reminisce and see future occurrences
Thoughts ain't deep like mine? Y'all
Niggas should turn it in
Respect in the game, muh'fucker
We earning it, word up

I seen storms, sunshowers and rain
Just as sure as the sky's
Blue and the seasons change
A lot of people write rhymes
To relieve the pain there's gotta be more
I'm tryna go deeper mayne
I seen storms, sunshowers and rain
Just as sure as the sky's
Blue and the seasons change
A lot of people write rhymes
To relieve the pain there's gotta be more
I'm tryna go deeper mayne

It's like that y'all the fly shit y'all
We don't miss y'all