Truck North - The Rain lyrics

[Verse Truck North] I was raised where the bible or the bullet was the choice Cause both spoke volumes if you wanted you a voice Used to pray somebody pull either one to stop the noise Of another inner-city mother, burying her boy As the world got colder, my money got lower Had to lay my last dollar down and hope it turn over Blind faith in the place, where your sight means most So close to the edge, wanna jump, but I don't All the d** help me cope at the end of my rope In the middle of a tug-o'-war, the winner get my soul And I'm left with the shell, out of heaven straight to hell Born with a gift of gab to talk my way into a cell Now I'm cursed might as well be, at least that's what they tell me Product of the preachers, and the teachers that done failed me Train of thought that weld me, but I endeavored Lived my life to the letter, say he saves well he better Cause the weather from the storm, lasted just a little long Another rendition of a redemption song So on but his' life off course Everybody in the crib, but I can't leave the porch And of course, the land of the lost needs finding Seems like the good's always hiding behind it Time rewinds to a stand-still, phone rings got a call heard my main mans got k**ed [Verse Truck North] Hello again, it's your friendly neighborhood [stoned down?] No good dope man I should have an exiting strategy but the interest baffled me Can't get in, can't find a way out actually Waiting for my number to get called like a raffle 'B' And be a functioning member of the faculty The art of war ain't too pretty Especially when the casualties of, increase in each city Such a pity, valleys and peaks alleys and streets Was love at first sight but I hated the first bite The thirst might just be the d**h of me All in the quest for the mils' like Stephanie Felt I was dragged into Hades like Persephone Bet your by-golly, it's like my flight going down fast Buddy Holly but more Bobby Hurley The life of a king cut short, too early and often I visualize the inside of coffins An obvious end to the path I've been walking It seems that the trends, point to what offends So how can I pretend that what's wrong doesn't win As the battle from within forces outside I feel my stress level reaching ye'-high Now the waters at the tree top but he got, a raft Trying to make a splash so I'm dealing with the rain as mother nature laughs