Rob Markman - This Mornin' lyrics

[Verse: Rob Markman] I almost got shot last night f** it, everything is alright Wrong place, wrong time, anyone could get it And this movie that I’m in, coulda ended like Menace I thank God that he saved me in the edit And stopped my baby from cryin’ at the credits Woke up this mornin’, layin’ in bed Thinkin’, “sh**, if I ain’t duck, man, I coulda been…” Wouldn’t be here now, spittin’ this gospel If you ain’t in a box, then everything’s possible My man used to spin ‘fore they shot him to d**h Coulda been Esco, he coulda been Flex Know a crackhead who rap, coulda been X And a dude with a handle who coulda been next f** the shoulda, coulda, woulda, I’m gettin’ it now Nightmares of my peers that’s dead in the ground This is all I ever wanted, and everything I worked for Penny for your thoughts, I just knew my words worth more And I don’t even know what hurts more To get it and to lose it, or don’t get it at all I’m speakin’ French, this booth, this my sanctuary Fulfill the promise to my people that I made already Hovain believed, my brother saw the vision Gon’ multiply this money, we all understand division If you want it, then you take it, nothin’ here is given I’d rather ask forgiveness than to ask for your permission Uber everywhere, yeah, this sh** different I say Uber everywhere, that means that I’m driven Seen brothers gunned down, and family go to prison How I’m not supposed to get it? I just pray you might believe We all have a right to dream [Outro] We have a feel good story thanks to Flatbush, Brooklyn native Rob Markman, who saw his longtime dream come true today after he dropped his debut EP. Markman, who’s known as one of hip-hop’s leading journalists, actually started out rapping as a teenager. While the move to release music is a surprise to many, Brooklyn residents on St. Paul’s Place and Crooke Avenue where Markman grew up told us they always knew Rob had what it took to make all of his dreams come true. Well, from everyone here at BK News, we just wanna say, congratulations, Rob