Starrah - Low lyrics

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Starrah - Low lyrics

[Intro] I will be turning the podium over to Mr. Wheaton, who will be presenting his case in favor of a supreme celestial dictator, otherwise known as God. Mr. Wheaton, podium is yours [Verse 1] My first chick had problems She thought lovin' me was gon' solve 'em I prolly only made it worse She could do better Told her I'm a young n***a from the hood f** did you expect, ho? I'm about a check, ho All I see is money on my f**in' mind Courtesy of comin' from that west side [Refrain] It was Stunna, me and Mike, that's a trio 15 blowin' trees in the 3-0 Young n***a wanna set the bank off so fast for the cash Had me feelin' like Cleo Mothaf**as say they always believed in me But ain't nobody ever had me but me Daddy locked down, he been pushin' keys Mama on her own puttin' me to sleep [Chorus] Told me, "Don't cry, baby Had a dream, pray to God, my baby" But I ain't dreamin' "Don't cry, baby Had a dream, pray to God, my baby" A God I don't believe in She said, "You gotta maintain your faith You gotta believe in somethin'" I told her, "Every day life is the same How come he never shows me nothin'?" [Post-Chorus] Lately I've been feelin' low, low, low, low Low, low, low, low Sippin' lean just to slow, slow, slow, slow Slow my mind down, I just wanna do better [Verse 2] PTSD from my childhood I woke up for cereal one mornin' SWAT team kickin' down the f**in' doors Older sister handcuffed on the floor She was only 15, my n***a, mama in the kitchen Cops got a gun up to her kitchen Stream full of tears, blurry mothaf**in' vision Bad choices of my brother got his a** up in prison He was only 19, my n***a, still up in the system Pray he get this sh** up out his system Everybody got a dream, my n***a Just wonder why I gotta be the one to dream They gon' free all my n***as [Refrain] It was Stunna, me and Mike, that's a trio 15 blowin' trees in the 3-0 Young n***a wanna set the bank up so fast for the cash Had me feelin' like Cleo Mothaf**as say they always believed in me But ain't nobody ever had me but me Daddy locked, gone, he been pushin' keys Mama on her own puttin' me to sleep [Chorus] Told me, "Don't cry, baby Had a dream, pray to God, my baby" But I ain't dreamin' "Don't cry, baby Had a dream, pray to God, my baby" A God I don't believe in She said, "You gotta maintain your faith You gotta believe in somethin'" I told her, "Every day life is the same How come he never shows me nothin'?" [Outro] Atheists say that no one can prove the existence of God, and well, they're right. But I say no one can disprove that God exists. But the only way to debate this issue is to look at the available evidence, and that's what we're going to do. We're going to put God on trial, with Professor Radisson as the prosecutor, and me as the defense attorney, and you as the jury