Dutch ReBelle - Sunday Morning lyrics

In the rain I met him underneath his umbrella Waiting for the train, wise words sharp fella Said I had a smile that could really use his help Funny feelin' that I never really felt, he could read me I was uneasy, feelin' like n***as did me greasy But it seemed nobody believed me… Plus I'm dealin' with my grandmother's cancer Don't ask for sh** 'cause you won't like my answer I thought I hid it, he saw right through it Said never get over things, walk through it I ain't crazy is how he made it seem When he told me that's the trouble with a queen living dreams out Let the seams out…..gotta make it fit for you We hit the train station, said this is it for you… Said thanks for keeping me dry and he replied I know the world is dark but to keep the light inside Living this life ain't always what it seems to be but Keep your head up Do what you gotta do take a deep breath in, lemme see the fighter We pray for love We pray for love We pray love And my goal is to make every day feel like Sunday morning Cops said there was a shootin' in the park we be at They got Super in the leg, 4 year old in the back Same park we took my godson, how crazy is that? We was just there...swear it's unfair We here, but they don't wanna know what we about They put condos in the hood, they kicked all my n***as out We shootin' for our dreams hear the bullets ringin' out? That's what we 'bout when the block is getting hotter 'cause a lot of n***as gone bu*tons on our fitteds RIPs on our arms Unhealthy kids eatin' unlucky charms Tryna shake away the vision of a body on they lawn So gone, city got my sippin' out the bottle Tryna play my role not worried bout role model And every time I'm headed out door all I hear Is my momma's voice ringin' in my ear hella clear sayin' Living this life ain't always what it seems to be but Keep your head up Do what you gotta do take a deep breath in, lemme see the fighter We pray for love We pray for love We pray love And my goal is to make every day feel like Sunday morning She said my daddy used to beat me like a habit Used a wooden broom til one day I just grabbed it Put it to his neck, and screamed I just had it Temper getting shorter, how could you do this to your daughter? That sick sh** like, how could he record her? Once a dime now she givin' quickies for a quarter Never mind all the teddy bears n***as bought her On her own, grown frontin' like you can't afford her Yo you never know (uh-uh) maybe one day She gon learn that life ain't always a runway 'Cause Looks to these crooks is somethin' like gunplay They co*k back and spray whateva chick in the way But hey…you can go see it for yourself But if you gon' be it, you should be it for yourself Never giving up like they taught me to I might fall a couple times but I'm walking through 'Cause I'm Living this life ain't always what it seems to be but Keep your head up Do what you gotta do take a deep breath in, lemme see the fighter We pray for love We pray for love We pray love And my goal is to make every day feel like Sunday morning