Pegz - Forsaken (Burn City) lyrics
[Pegz - Forsaken Burn City lyrics]
Yeah, yeah
Dear brother, what a strange disposition
I relate to the rhymes on
The pages you've written
Especially that line bout one
Of eight siblings
Hope ya follow ya dream and
Stay out of prison
A lot kids wards of state
Slaves to the system
Letting emotions dictate how they're living
And I know what ya saying
Bout making a difference
But, it's hard to change the
Fact entertainments a business
And the bullshit can test
A cat's creative conviction
When all ya got's these
Words translating your vision
Don't be discouraged by the
Haters and critics the pains another source
Of inspirational lyrics
Never say that I'm gifted
My dedications religious
I don't need it explained
Everyday is a privilege
A lot of good people have never
Made it to hear this dear brother
Hope this letter raises your spirit's
"Sometimes, it make no sense at all"
It don't make no sense, it don't make none
Some get a break and the rest are forsaken
It don't make no sense, it don't make none
"Don't make sense"
Dear sister, I got ya burnt CD
And felt the urgency when I heard you speak
Especially that song called "Earn your keep"
Did you really have a sister
That worked the street?
Yeah I know what you mean
Bout words are cheap
But sometimes they cut deep like surgery
And I tried to believe that
We learn to breath
But the, truth burns like the third degree
I get a lot of demos, but you're the first MC
To make three minutes feel like eternity
Wearing your heart on your
Sleeve with uncertainty
And there's no-one else I prefer to succeed
I hope ya, nurture the dream, murder the beat
And change every stereotype we
Learn to perceive
Dear sister, you're disturbing our sleep
Dear sister, we all got dirt on our feet
"Sometimes, it make no sense at all"
It don't make no sense, it don't make none
Some get a break and the rest are forsaken
It don't make no sense, it don't make none
"Don't make sense"
This is dedicated to the next generation
From the school of hard knocks
With the best education
Sorry bout the time it took to reply
Don't ever think I forgot or pushed you aside
You can read my mind with a look in the eye
But, I got no good advice
A book couldn't provide
Everybody's gotta survive a crooked design
They couldn't divide us with
A butcher's knife, ayy
I could have been another kid from the flats
Addicted to smack
No one was gonna give me a hand
Had to stand on my own two, stick to the plan
When shit hit the fan, like the pyramid bank
Had to recognise, realise
Remember what it feels like
Unemployed on the dole
Tryna keep the skills tight
Tryna keep the dream alive
Before the will dies
See you at the end of the line
"Sometimes, it make no sense at all"
It don't make no sense, it don't make none
Some get a break and the rest are forsaken
It don't make no sense, it don't make none
Dear brother, what a strange disposition
I relate to the rhymes on
The pages you've written
Especially that line bout one
Of eight siblings
Hope ya follow ya dream and
Stay out of prison
A lot kids wards of state
Slaves to the system
Letting emotions dictate how they're living
And I know what ya saying
Bout making a difference
But, it's hard to change the
Fact entertainments a business
And the bullshit can test
A cat's creative conviction
When all ya got's these
Words translating your vision
Don't be discouraged by the
Haters and critics the pains another source
Of inspirational lyrics
Never say that I'm gifted
My dedications religious
I don't need it explained
Everyday is a privilege
A lot of good people have never
Made it to hear this dear brother
Hope this letter raises your spirit's
"Sometimes, it make no sense at all"
It don't make no sense, it don't make none
Some get a break and the rest are forsaken
It don't make no sense, it don't make none
"Don't make sense"
Dear sister, I got ya burnt CD
And felt the urgency when I heard you speak
Especially that song called "Earn your keep"
Did you really have a sister
That worked the street?
Yeah I know what you mean
Bout words are cheap
But sometimes they cut deep like surgery
And I tried to believe that
We learn to breath
But the, truth burns like the third degree
I get a lot of demos, but you're the first MC
To make three minutes feel like eternity
Wearing your heart on your
Sleeve with uncertainty
And there's no-one else I prefer to succeed
I hope ya, nurture the dream, murder the beat
And change every stereotype we
Learn to perceive
Dear sister, you're disturbing our sleep
Dear sister, we all got dirt on our feet
"Sometimes, it make no sense at all"
It don't make no sense, it don't make none
Some get a break and the rest are forsaken
It don't make no sense, it don't make none
"Don't make sense"
This is dedicated to the next generation
From the school of hard knocks
With the best education
Sorry bout the time it took to reply
Don't ever think I forgot or pushed you aside
You can read my mind with a look in the eye
But, I got no good advice
A book couldn't provide
Everybody's gotta survive a crooked design
They couldn't divide us with
A butcher's knife, ayy
I could have been another kid from the flats
Addicted to smack
No one was gonna give me a hand
Had to stand on my own two, stick to the plan
When shit hit the fan, like the pyramid bank
Had to recognise, realise
Remember what it feels like
Unemployed on the dole
Tryna keep the skills tight
Tryna keep the dream alive
Before the will dies
See you at the end of the line
"Sometimes, it make no sense at all"
It don't make no sense, it don't make none
Some get a break and the rest are forsaken
It don't make no sense, it don't make none