Storm - Wash Away lyrics

[Verse 1: Outlawz] Tryin' hard just to make it in this thing called life I know it get tough, but everything alright I give it up to god and I smoke my weed Eyes Chinese, stay focused on the cheese Eyes on the prize, like the dream of the king Eyes on the grind cause I gotta get meat Get it poppin, get it now, if you can don't wait Get your mind right, live in the essence, what it take? You can shine bright with words, in your hand Don't be scared to fly Don't be scared to feel Don't be scared to die This ain't meant to be no justice, you ain't got to live a lie Cause' it is what it is, if you can see through God's eyes I be mad at the world, cause there's too much hate Show and live it in love, for my brothers upstate We all lost hope, and tryin' hard to make amends Wash away all the pains, and forgive all the sins [Hook: Stormey] Wash away All this pain we're feelin' everyday Wanna see a brighter day So ashamed.. So much wrong we're doing everyday Only you can wash away.. [Verse 2: Outlawz] Cryin' in the city in the middle of the night I can feel it in the air, pray to god and do it right I'm a hustler on the grind, everyday another fight Everybody tryin' tell me how to live my life Play the hand I was dealt, I can do it by myself Long as I got you, I'm good, I don't need no help I do it all if I gotta, all you gotta do is call Just look over my family, But family should call All we got is us, in thugs I trust In the future that may fall, then your gun I bust You ain't got to worry, I'm a ride to the end My one and only family, my brothers like kin We treat em like friends, from buckets to the Benz From n***as dead broke, to Stack' your motherf**in ends We all lost hope, and tryin' hard to make amends Wash away the pain, and forgive all the sins [Hook(x2)] (Verse 3: Young Noble) Wash away the pain, wash away my sins and rain Never forget, just forgive the game The way we livin' is strange, stuck in our ways, ain't nobody willing to change, duckin them strays or stuffed in a cage The block is a maze so we called it a trap Hip hop is dead, mission to resuscitate rap I don't write lyrics, I just jot how I'm feelin, it's therapeutic, it's thug music that we give em And it's straight from the soul, this thug life is sacred that's why we play it by the ancient codes It's an everyday struggle tryin' to stay above water, sh** I do this for my son, I do this for my daughter Tellin' my lil n***a I love him, I know this life is a test Less praying when you struggling, more praying when you blessed Faithful and grateful for all of that I achieve Raise my seeds to grow...I can die in peace [Hook(x2)]