Miraacle Freestyle

(album: Tales Of A Miracle - 2022)

Jetak aaliyah
Ana bentek normalmon t'haamy
Sa si grave
Hram aalik ya wlid dzairyq

I ain't lying when I tell you I'm the goat
Back when I was just a baby on a boat
Back in Africa, the DZ, Algeria is my city
Back in '98 when Mama still had hope, yeah-yeah
I was dealing with abuse, how did I cope? (Yeah-yeah)
Look back at it now, it weren't a joke (Yeah-yeah)
Roll it up, take time, and feel yourself
Hold that shit down, don't kill yourself
Don't show no love, don't heal yourself
That's what they want
They never gave me no time to do me
They never gave me no space to just breathe
They never gave me no rules to try and adhere to
I just needed a clear view
All I needed was guidance
You failed soon as your pride hit
Still ain't got no papers on me
Passport green like what I'm smoking
I know D still hating on me
He couldn't hold it down for me
I still blame my daddy he just taught me how to lie
Left all the bruises on me that I had to hide
Violence in my house it made my little brother cry
We would pray at night and hope our mama would survive
Used to leave us lonely with no daddy, so uncertain
Cheated on my mama when she told me I was hurting
What kinda man can I believe in?
When the first man tried to cut my breathing
Kept running away my whole life, from the real me
Never used to think of suicide 'til you killed me
Broke me down then you left me all alone
What kind of man would try and go attack his own?
Emotionally abused and so detached from love
And you don't even know the rest
Holding back my tears is kinda draining
See my heartbeat pulsing through my chest
All these years and I could never stop him
Break downing and hiding all my problems
Gotta get out right now
It's hard when there's no way out
Seven years of age, mama dealing with depression
Living in a nightmare that you're too ashamed to mention
Sixteen, working overtime as a waitress
Walking home late just so I could get a paycheck
Fuck that, let's talk about back then
When me and T was sleeping head-to-toe up in the ends
Tryna make a millly, we was tryna make a plan
Put our heads together like paper, ink and a pen
Everybody kept telling us, no-no-no
But we was already up on that go-go-go
Didn't give a fuck about the models or the rappers
We was moving work in studio, we made it happen
It was all of the hurt and all the neglect for me
Played a part then go, fuck you, respectfully
You invest in bitcoin, I put money in my big homie
Now I can look after all of mines until the end
I ain't gotta worry cause my money is my pen
Glastonbury
Leeds
Reading
I ain't touched Coachella yet but it's pending
My pen wavey never ending
2020, big belly, LA, writing
90210 writing for your favourite artists
3 times Island's making songs cruising
6 months pregnant told me that I couldn't do it
Yeah and big checks, I'm vibing
Cruising in my mans GLC, no mileage
I don't need no permission to bring my bitches on
Tell me why you people don't want us to get along?
You know it's wrong yeah
You see the power in the workflow, yes?
And you know the mind differs in the way it process
When you're a savage and you ain't ever had shit
Try and make it work and usually make it happen
Yeah cause I'm working
Not now baby, I'm working
Not now baby, I'm working
No, not now baby, I'm working
Not now baby, I'm working