Grateful (Clean) - Dave East/Marsha Ambrosius Written by:David Brewster/Torrance Esmond/Antwuan Eugene Brown/Askia Fountain/Steven Carless/Marsha Ambrosius Two of the closest there for me They no longer here with me I'm wide awake I'm scared to sleep Afraid though I ain't never been Grandma said ain't no fear in me Criminal I prepared to be in your feelings Won't hear from me I talk to God the devil on the other line stressin' Keep a weapon there 'cause slippin' ain't how I'm gon' learn no lesson Ain't no actors here I told Bully I wish that Stack was here Mugged too my hoody blue so much ice they gon' have to stare Used to hate my building smell half for the homies still in jail Harlem different either kill a cell or pray to lift your bail White rice and tuna fish way before Ruth Chris We was broke I ain't care who was rich stick up kids do exist Hard news just listen the dog food was clickin' They moved long before I heard of Ludacris I watched it with my own eyes dirty kitchen for home fries Hajji`s if ain't nothin' open just make sure they toast mine I'm thankful for them steak and cheese I love the hood I'd hate to leave How the was we trappin' outside when it was eight degrees I still have a hard time tryna understand why Mase would leave Gave the reason plus the truth I could relate to Beans Free Meek I'm just tryna chase a dream They'd rather us upstate and grainy you never had to chase a fiend Passed them off the 'Gram and then they ran before they paid you Plus you gotta pay yo' connect and at your crib it ain't no cable You can't watch your favorite TV show your jacket and your sneakers old Summertime you make it through but you ain't tryna see the cold This turn to strippers when they see the pole Plant the seed the seed'll grow My daughter need three million 'fore she three years old Loyalty and love over everything Flowers over stones and the choir sings How many of them do we know though Lost so many loved ones and now they're gone Gone too soon streets raising kings And queens we gotta fight to believe again Still loyalty and love over everything Still flowers over stones and the choir sings Thank you I'm grateful And the choir sings Thank you Lord I'm grateful Ooh thank you Lord I'm grateful Thank you I'm grateful Uh every time it rain I feel that bullet Hood insane wish I could change it but I couldn't I'm just grateful for them whoopings My pops used to give us to keep us out the street In the projects the water cold at least three days out the week This real talk I done seen some wake you out your sleep Lit the crib up with candles felt like the lights was out for weeks I ain't had the drive wanted to survive until I found the keys 220 on the dash and yes we taxin' we got mouths to feed Thank you Lord I'm grateful Lord if I got it I blame you Lord My life it been dangerous Lord My faith in you could change it Lord Wasn't tryna scare foreheads was what we was aimin' for I lived on the 6 they raid the crib might have to change the door Let's figure out a way to make 'em hate some more The way the system set up every day I break the law Spend some money make some more never thought I'd make it poor Imagine we was takin' score militant I relate to war Thankful for my only child Sellin' out these shows that make my homies smile Wake up in Miami to hear the ocean sound Grateful I seen 18 grateful I seen 21 Grateful that my pops ain't throw me out he found my gun Of course I said it wasn't mine Runnin' to the park told my father let's talk another time 'Cause he know I want to rhyme A 38 I kept it on me I blow it like a runny nose In the projects with like three to diddy crib with like a hundred Stomach growlin' I don't take it for granted I come from housin' projects I need some come with a water fountain My daughter smilin' I'm thankful Freaky told me to rap Thankful Jungle paid attention the streets could never hold me back Loyalty and love over everything Flowers over stones and the choir sings How many of them do we know though Lost so many loved ones and now they're gone Gone too soon streets raising kings