Текст песни
Yes I feel It
I feel my beloved bayou
My ghetto
This is a story of where I was born
No man's Land
Let me kick some flavor bout this young cat named Marley Ranks
He used to live his whole life inside the bottom of a drink
He would wake up every morning pull a deposit up out of the bank
On the way to the liquor store before he even had time to think
He needed a gallon of the Henny, Juice copped the remy
Bean copped the Cuervo, everyday we gettin' litty
Total came to 300 talked 'em down to 150
You can do that when you serving half the junkies in the city
I was hustling, you could smell me coming before you see me
Due to the statute of limitations now I can talk about it freely
Started a riot on campus back in 2014
100,000 views on WorldStar for all the wrong reasons
Off the licks homie, all day sunup to sundown
To busy bag chasing for you to give me the rundown
And police wonder why we ducking every time they come round
Hoping I can jump this fence faster than you can pull yo' gun out
'Cause shoot first, arrest second, is how they train 'em in Gotham
So you can see how me gettin' drunk everyday was a problem
Too many alcoholics round to tell me put down the bottle
I had to adjust course 'cause I was headed straight for the bottom
And now I'm better than I've ever been
Turned the page over bounced back
Almost seven years sober let me tell you
Had to let the wisdom settle in
Now I'm gettin' older, 99 problems?
Get that dirt up off ya shoulder let me tell you
I can feel it, had to go and turn another page
I can feel it, that alcohol was only fuel for rage
I can feel it, this type f knowledge only comes with age
You too, can free ya' mind up out that maze you'll be amazed
Do you feel me?
I said baby, do ya? I said baby do ya?
I said baby do ya feel me?
I said baby do ya feel me?
Baby do ya? Baby do ya feel me?
Let me tell a story bout the ghost