[Verse 1: J Cole]
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Yeah grew up with killers, i didn't know they was killers
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We was just together man, playing mega-man on sega man
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Lil mama loved me to death, she reminded me of a
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Yeah real black queen
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If i had a genie, i wish that she ain't struggle no more
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Yeah wouldn't have to go to sleep with all the roaches if she wasn't so poor
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You told me when you came to my house
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This shit was like a timeout from reality
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One night you asked me what I'm crying about
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‘cuz you was staying over for the weekend
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I woke up from out my sleep
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When i heard mama and my stepfather beefin'
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I don't know if he been drinkin'
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But i know this shit got loud and i heard rumbling from struggling
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And rolling on the ground
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Could never get used to that sound
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My mama saying get off me
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My tears is tumbling now
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I wish that you never saw me
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‘cuz i, felt like a coward, so powerless i was only 12
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I wish i would'be bust through that door my fucking self
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And grab the Glock right off the fucking shelf
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If nothing else scared a nigga shitless
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There goes two of my wishes
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Forever scarred, determined to get some heart
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No matter how big the nigga, no matter how small you are
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Fast-forward to our older years
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Two different paths
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You used to talk to me about college but that shit didn't last
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Waste of potential, getting cash, what could i say?
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So tired of not having things, you never see it my way
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[?]
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You're [?]
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One day to my surprise, my nigga called me, told me you just caught a body twice your size
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I asked if it was self defense, he said it was defense of pride
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And that they trying to give you ten, but if you lucky you'll do five damn
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Not my nigga
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The same one that told me that things always get better
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Just trust me, don't cry my nigga
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The news call him a killa, but he my nigga
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Sad shit
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Ay yo genie last wish, free my nigga
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3 Wishes
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J. Cole |