Represents - Vic Santoro

作词 : Vic Santoro
作曲 : Vic Santoro
Jailhouse, I was fixing my approach
Gotta shout the big homie, no name but he’s a coach
Told me when you get out of this place, go and represent
A yute like you makes it, yeah it’s different what it represents
This is the journal of a child soldier
Couldn’t tell you how much times I really thought my life’s over
Gotta tap into the spirits, I don’t write sober
God really put a lot of weight on a man’s shoulder
The burdens of a King
Wanna challenge for the crown, gotta step into the ring
I remember being young, shy, stepping to a ting
But I never lost strength like I’m repping in the gym
Kept believing in myself, that’s the secret to my growth
When you’re happy, people hate. That’s the situ on the roads
Feds were tryna make me break. I was sticking to the code
And the blessings really came, now I’m fixed in my abode
Jailhouse, I was fixing my approach
Gotta shout the big homie, no name but he’s a coach
Told me when you get out of this place, go and represent
A yute like you makes it, yeah it’s different what it represents
I studied the game
Took my time and reviewed every bad decision I’ve made
Like I could’ve kept it moving when they come for a raid
But I thought it would be cool, they’ve jus come for a page
Like the time I shouldn’t have gone to the dance, with this f-boy, I was tryna give him a chance
But little did I know he harboured hate from the start
Almost got himself killed, would’ve played on my heart
Hold on wait, I meant play on my mind
Ask around, I really moved a lot of weight on my line
Running down my dreams, had to wait on my time
I always knew that it would happen, they would hate on my shine
编辑于2023/12/21更新