Tom Pepe - River Runs Deep lyrics

Yo I once knew a man he started off a boy
His whole damn life he
Never really been employed he was only 19
Had the chance to go to college
Try out his luck
See if he could gain knowledge
Think about your life
Or whatever you call it
Now he’s just a cluck-dead broke alcoholic
Used to keep a picture of
His girl in his wallet
Think about your life
Or whatever you call it
He walk home late cause the city don’t sleep
He was only 19 but the river runs deep
Wrote raps in his head so
He didn’t really speak
About the crushed up pills that
He took in one week one week turned to two
Two weeks turned to four
Now long term addiction, knocking at his door
Starting losing weight, coming late
Looking drunk and
His family and friends said "He
Was up to something!" got to the point where
He couldn’t even function
Calling up his dealer begging
"Please give me something!"
"I just got evicted I ain't got nothin'!"
The dealer was a prick
His reply was reluctant
"I can get you high off this
Shit nobody fuck with! "
"Even all the fiends know better
Than to touch it!"
He was 19 begging: "Please
Give me something!"
Said to the kid: "I don’t know
If you can trust it"
"But, I got a lot so, push it to the public"
"Watch out for the cops and the
Rats on some thug shit"
"Here’s for your protection
I'm lending you this pistol"
"Pretending it was pure but he
Knew that it was crystal"
Looked like shards of glass and "I
Hope this ain't a issue"
"Plus if you snitch
Well your mother gonna miss you"
Now he’s lost his path, school and direction
Kicked out his pad after land lord inspection
All he ever had was his rhymes and a dream
Now he’s living on the streets
At the age of 19 feel the meth in his lungs
And the sun starts to tweak
Never saw 21, yo the river runs deep
Yo I once knew a man he started off a boy
His whole damn life he
Never really been employed
Until he turned 19, got a job at the college
Working on the radio where
He could spread knowledge
He thought about his life
How he wanted to recall it
Still he barley ever had a
Dollar in his wallet he quit smoking weed
Figured that he needed time
So that he could make a
Difference in other peoples’ lives
Stared saving money, cleared out his mind
No longer drinking just thinking
About his rhymes yo he walk home late cause
The city don’t sleep
He was only 19 but the river runs deep
Yo he walk home late cause
The city don’t sleep
He was only 19 but the river runs deep
Wrote raps in his head
So he didn’t really speak
To his homies about the books that
He read in one week one week turned to two
Two weeks turned to four
Plus on the side labels knocking at his door!
Started gaining fame
He'd be gone away for months and
Family and friends said "Well
Isn’t he something!"
Worked at the food bank a block from the Ave
Where this guy smoked meth and
Kept rocks in a bag
Told the kid he was grateful
That he was helping out
Cause he knew first hand he
Could have gone another route!
The river runs deep kid, please, hold on!
The people that we meet
The only thing that keep us strong
He could have been selfish
Could have lost it all!
Instead he graduated early, no adderall!
Called up his producer
The one that he trusted
Said to the homie: "Yo please
Give me something!"
This guy was a dick, his reply was reluctant
Now he gotta find some new beats
That he can fuck with
I could make you rich, if you switch
To this club shit he was 19
Begging: "Please give me something!"
Gave the kid gimmicks
Said "Push it to the public"
Pretended it was pure
But he knew it was corrupted
"You have to go solo
We hope this ain't a issue"
"Your family and friends leave behind
They won’t miss you"
This guy was a douchbag!
He hung up the call! Started self promoting
Thinkin' really fuck em' all!
Recording every day
Then he posted on his blog freestyle clear
Instead of spitting through the fog!
Best decision that he made: quitting beer
Twisted logs now he live with no fear
Said he listen to the gods
Casue all he ever had was
His rhymes and a dream
Now he’s getting signed to Sony
At the age of 19!
First west coast tour, then the whole US
Now, everywhere he go new girl, new dress!
Sold out shows! Now money ain't a stress
He was only 19
Some would say he was the best!
Getting underground respect
Now the same labels calling
Offering him checks to put
Money in his wallet think about your life
Or whatever you call it
Remember when he used to think
He'd be an alcoholic
And still barely ever had a
Dollar in his wallet
Battle with addiction and almost left college
But held himself together so that
He could spread knowledge
Think about your life or whatever you call it
There once was a time when the sun felt weak
Now he’s king at 21, yo the river runs deep
Then one day the kid came back
To the city of Seattle where
He learned how to rap
Said: "Fame is a battle
And the game is a trap"
Back to his neighborhood where
He would get dap
Saw this man in the shadows with
His head in his lap
Limbs lay lifeless, wasn’t just a nap!
His eyes wasn’t open, holes in his teeth
Pipe on the ground, blood cold on the street!
Tried not to look
Tried to listen to the beat
But this man sat dying in
The middle of the street!
Reached in his pocket, to pull out his wallet
Like he could save his life
Or whatever you would call it
He turned to the man to offer him his help
Looked him in the eyes and
Realized it was himself
Torn up cloths, no shoes on his feet!
It was getting late
But the city don’t sleep!
The man started shaking
The sun starts to tweak
Lying in the gutter in
The mother fucking street!
He turned to the kid as his body lay weak
And whispered as he died: "Kid
The river runs deep" the story of my life
Cause both of them were me
Thinking to myself, yo who I wanna be?
He turned to the kid as his body lay weak
And whispered as he died
"Kid the River Runs Deep"