Count Cha' Blessings
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 Check it 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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