Marlon Craft - Reason lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Marlon Craft - Reason lyrics]
Yeah, I got some shit I gotta say check
Since sixteen, I had big dreams
I used to keep 'em hidden by nineteen
Shit I seen the truth up in the system
A lot of cats I hoop with
End up shooting something different
Or just missing the ambition but the
Proof is in the privilege
There's kids I met in college
Only down there boozing, sniffing
Popping new prescriptions
Choosing women to abuse
Until it's been four years, maybe five
So tell me why they still on corners
Stop-and-frisking
But the frat house stay unlisted
Shit, you and I both know the reason
It's black, it's white
But still the power about where the green is
For real, and I done known a lot of dealers
And known a lot of interns
The main difference
Hustlers get paid in the end-term
So only passion really impress me
Gangsters and scholars respect me so
You really don't stress me
They get defensive when I spit but
No one really could check me
They send me traps but I move past them
No one really compress me
And I know a lot of peers
That try to act like rappers
But they still ain't got the heart
To say that Black lives matter
See, they came for the slang and
They stayed for the drugs
Me, I came for the knowledge and
I stayed for the love
Millions of poor kids and we
Teaching them the wrong way
Think I give a fuck if
Hov cheated on Beyoncé? Children starving
Cops killing people for nothing
But you think that I should worry
Bout who Rihanna be fucking?
That's no slight to 'em
But to the bullshit I throw AdBlock
Pops taught me 'bout this shit
Back when we would slap-box
'Cause while they show you the left
They hit you with the right
That's why I keep a wide perspective
So that everything's in sight
Was times I let the bleakness
Pervade everything in life
But now I'm thinking 'bout getting
Better every single night
Take the darkest of the thoughts and
I try to give 'em light
And they tried to give me pills
I just told 'em "give a mic"
Since sixteen, I had big dreams
I used to keep 'em hidden by nineteen
Shit I seen the truth up in the system
A lot of cats I hoop with
End up shooting something different
Or just missing the ambition but the
Proof is in the privilege
There's kids I met in college
Only down there boozing, sniffing
Popping new prescriptions
Choosing women to abuse
Until it's been four years, maybe five
So tell me why they still on corners
Stop-and-frisking
But the frat house stay unlisted
Shit, you and I both know the reason
It's black, it's white
But still the power about where the green is
For real, and I done known a lot of dealers
And known a lot of interns
The main difference
Hustlers get paid in the end-term
So only passion really impress me
Gangsters and scholars respect me so
You really don't stress me
They get defensive when I spit but
No one really could check me
They send me traps but I move past them
No one really compress me
And I know a lot of peers
That try to act like rappers
But they still ain't got the heart
To say that Black lives matter
See, they came for the slang and
They stayed for the drugs
Me, I came for the knowledge and
I stayed for the love
Millions of poor kids and we
Teaching them the wrong way
Think I give a fuck if
Hov cheated on Beyoncé? Children starving
Cops killing people for nothing
But you think that I should worry
Bout who Rihanna be fucking?
That's no slight to 'em
But to the bullshit I throw AdBlock
Pops taught me 'bout this shit
Back when we would slap-box
'Cause while they show you the left
They hit you with the right
That's why I keep a wide perspective
So that everything's in sight
Was times I let the bleakness
Pervade everything in life
But now I'm thinking 'bout getting
Better every single night
Take the darkest of the thoughts and
I try to give 'em light
And they tried to give me pills
I just told 'em "give a mic"