Count Cha' Blessings

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Jozlyn Parker

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Y'know, when I'm feelin' hopeless
I look up to the Man in the clouds
And I ask him
Why's my life not the glitz and glamor I see on TV?
Like all the famous people on my phone screen?
I mean, my skin don't look like the models
I sometimes go months without seein' my homies
I never travelled international
Then I take a second to think
And I remember everything that I've been given
And everybody I still got in my life
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I would hope if I was brought into this crazy ass world
I was gonna be lucky enough to come out havin' all my arms
All my legs, my two lungs filled with breath
Plus my moms would make it through to do
What she would do best, uh
In the lawless land that is life, where anything goes
Anything happens to people good and bad
Everybody is just a ticket within a lottery pool, uh
Whether silver spoon or kill for food, it's all up to chance
So I'mma count my blessings 'fore I lose 'em
And be thankful to the Man
You could be anyone
A star born under skies of wealth and influence
Or you could be a boy, hungry, cold with no home
No you don't have a choice
(This mad city could claim anyone)
(Don't you raise your voice)
You could die tomorrow
(Everything in your life could go)
Car crash, disease, ain't yo' fault
(I know it ain't ya' fault)
Shit gets hard, oh I know
But I just raise a couple fingers
One for every blessing that I still hold
Of course, I wanna recognise all y'all still in the struggle
Bills, addiction, trauma
I'm speakin' to y'all who, like me
Sometimes wish we had shit that we really don't need
Forgettin' about everything we do have
Uh, now that I got myself some money
I can understand what my parents tried to preach
Used to roll my eyes when they'd tell me off
For leavin' lights on, wastin' meat
Everything come with a price tag, boy am I glad
I ain't needa', uh, hustle with the wrong crowd
Just to fill my belly but my pride had
Tempted me to take a bite out the fruit
Not guessin' that the hand that giveth
Was the farthest from blessed
They pluck it all from the tree
Then cut it down to the roots
And sell it to those who wanna be different
See where I was, I wanted that life cause
I envied the option to
Escape through a pill and just drift
Not in this life though
You could be anyone
A star born under skies of wealth and influence
Or you could grow up outcast, no friends all alone
No you don't have a choice, no
(This mad city could claim anyone
(Don't you raise your voice)
You could die tomorrow
(Everything in your life could go)
Stray bullet gon' straight through ya' home
(The bullet struck ya' home)
Shit gets hard, oh I know
I just try to raise a couple fingers
(Fingers, oh oh)
One for every blessing that I still
You could die tomorrow
(Nothin's guaranteed, stay on ya' toes)
No one thinks them 'til there ain't no pulse
There ain't no
(No I don't feel a pulse)
Shit gets hard, oh I know
But I just raise a couple fingers
One for every blessing that I still
Hold, hold, hold
I still hold, hold, hold
I still hold, hold
I just raise a couple fingers
One for every blessing that I still hold

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