J-Alta - Hands Tied lyrics

(Intro: J-Alta) Aye, I really like that sh**, that sh** is cool as hell (Verse 1: J-Alta) Lawwwd, here I go again Getting all personal with the flow again Quit my job, ah hell, yea I'm broke again Still I'm fly with it, walk in & they know it's him Hands tied, hands tied, throw your hands high If you can't sleep, tryna understand why You got these dreams but you taking a beating You see the starts in the sky, but you can't seem to reach em And I'm just tryna find the answer Finally winning, but they ain't giving me credit, they're tryna treat me like the Panthers Still tryna make it, yo I gotta blow faster Granny getting old, got family fighting cancer Dreaming of her smile the day when I go hand her Keys to a crib, to live like she a chancellor Oh, hands tied, hands tied, throw ya hands high I got these questions Lord, trying to understand why The feeling getting so aggravating When I'm online filling out applications If I knew it's this hard after graduating I'da say f** school, & been Pappy Mason Hold up, wait, really I'm just tryna rap But my boy want med school, tell me what's up with that? He got a 3.7, are we destined to fall? Because he's tryna save lives, & they won't give him a call We got our, hands tied, hands tied, throw your hands high If you can't sleep, tryna understand why Times hard, I pray it's just a phase I don't wanna look back, like those were better days, hey The thugs were the school leaders Look at em now, telling the kids don't be repeaters Funny how they breed us To me they Derrick Fisher, they were once shooters, now they tryna coach, be a teacher, oh Yea, it's been a long time coming On this road to riches it's been a long time running Stuck in Carolina, tell me how I'm gon blow? When you gotta kiss a** to get booked for a show When you do an open mic, everybody mean mugging But when I'm in the A, yea I got the scene jumping We all Carolina, we supposed to be brothers So how the f** we gon make it not supporting each other? I got my, hands tied, hands tied, throw ya hands high If you can't sleep, tryna understand why Ma asking "How you still not loving?" There's a couple I been f**ing, but nothing that got substance whoa Is it karma for the p**y I was soaking in White girl, call her B-Rab, cause she choked again Maybe I'm too flawed, maybe it's not the time But all I know, I got these dreams so I gotta grind Criticize the flow? Well tough sh** I don't take it too well wack rappers rich So while I'm tryna get deep, save those that are hurt Weak rappers getting money off producers work I don't think they see the vision, think they see the mission Every since I saw my father figure locking in a prison Needed my Visa, just so I could go see ya Couldn't hold back the tears, cause it's been 5 years Tired of this sh**, so I'm tryna fix it But your fam's mad I don't show up for Christmas They raised me too, how could I forget this? Tryna please everybody got my heart with a sickness The result of this sh**, I grew up a misfit I hide it from hoes by just giving them this dick Got my, hands tied, hands tied, throw ya hands high Found peace when I stopped tryna learn why, ah