Rod The Producer - Mula's Story lyrics

[Intro: Martin] "Had You Been Practicing Your Art...You'd Know Your Way In The Dark" Silence!!! [Verse 1: Mula] My Mind Wonders Been Doin This Since A Youngin My Grandfather Said Watch Him Lee Lee Something Wrong Wit Him I Wasn't Crazy I Was Just A Quiet Baby Observing Drugs & Liquor A Product Straight From The 80's We Wasn't Poor But The Streets Took A Toll Pops Took A Detour When I Was 2 Months Old It Didn't Matter My Family Gave Me A Latter To Climb Out Of This Bucket Of A Black Mans Disaster Alot Of Laughter Smiles And Some Cries Ridin Through Y.O. Bumpin To That New Lox Jas Taught Me Stay Smart You'll Succeed If You Wanna Obtain More Ya Gotta Have A Little Greed Up Ya Sleeve bu*tom Ups Was My Uniform On The Train Metro North To School Every Mornin & I Always Use To Fall Asleep In Cla** Late Nights In The Trap I Couldn't Escape My Past [Hook: Mula] Living In This World n***as Can't Have Nothing For Everything You Earn They Try To Take Back Something They Tryna Steal My Pride But Ima Keep On Running Living In This Life n***as Can't Have Nothing [Verse 2: Mula] My First Week Of Catholic School Got Suspended Fightin A White Boy Over My Seat I Felt Offended Like I Was Soft Had To Prove I Was Game My Dean Said Most Important Overall Is Ya Name Damani Lee Bush What My Moms Named Me A Black Man Caught Up In This New Slavery 9 To 5 To Survive And Get By Or Risk It All In The Streets And Be Dead By 25 Im Still Alive Goin On 26 Creating My Own Lane Instead Of Drivin In A Ditch I Got A Gift But Was Born With A Curse Of Givin Up On sh** The 1st Time It Doesnt Work Be Persistent, Stay Consistent When The Road Gets Rough Just Stay Driven Dont Get A Number Dont Get Caught Up In The System Listen More Than You Speak And Ya Sure To See Different [BRIDGE: Mula] Thinkin Bout My Money Smokin On that k**a No Time To Be Chillin Focus On That Scrilla No Time To Be playin Time To Make These Millions I Know These n***as Haters But I Ain't Got No Feelings [VERSE 3: Mula] My n***as Is My Brothers Like My Mothers Kids Not Just In Good Times Thats That s**a sh** We Just Tryna Make The Pieces To The Puzzle Fit And Remain s**a Free Thats Just How We Live I Came A Long Way From That Cashier Now Its Loafers All My Sweaters Is Cashmere Im From The Belly Of The Beast So Sincere Clean Cut Like Ace Runnin The Tangiers Run Black Boy Black Boy Run They Still Lynching Uncle Sam Was Never Done He Selling Dreams To Climb The Tree For This Paper Soon As You Reach The Top Them Taxes Gon Hang Ya Its No Way Out For Us Bad Boys Glorifying This Fast Life And Fast Toys But Its All Fiction A Bunch Of Tabloids Ya'll Can Read Between The Lines This Is My Story