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it's just us, wanna show him justice\nBut last year I was just in cuffs\nWhat the fuck am I supposed to do when he's telling me 'Dad I need some food?'\nI'm looking down at my stomach and mine is grumbling too\nWhat can I tell him when he's twenty-two\nAnd he's asking me what the fuck I was thinking when mommy's tummy grew?\nWas I scared, was I getting prepared?\nOr did I even think of leaving her without a father's care?\nShould I tell him that it's hell here and life ain't fair?\nOr should I try to make a change when he's pulling on my leg?\n(Show me) and he keeps on telling me to\n\nShow me\n(Show me the good life)\nShow me\n(Show me the good)\n\nWon't somebody show me there's a few things my poppa never told me\nMaybe cause the stone still rolling, no moss yet\nIt's a few things my momma never told me to mold me\nBut her soul is so golden the way she floss it\nAnd I ain't mad at their secrets though\nIt's a hard sell to tell a young child about your deepest low\nBut I done seen through they weakness so\nI understand a little bit on how the defeat can slow\nYou so, far down that you meekness grow\nAnd everyday gets colder when the breezes blow\nGrand momma sat me down and said, 'you need to know\nBoy you a little light in this world, let your heat just glow\nHave patience some things take time\nAnd ain't no limit to the goals that you could hold in your mind'\nLift the soul when you crying 'till you reach the gates of heaven\nLike your chariot is carrying children who going blind\nAnd you going to get their sight back, when all they see is night black\nBelieve in everything that you doing and just like that\nThings will happen for you, keep shining them rays\nIt's bright enough to spread grace over a million graves\nOver a million slaves to bring honor to the elders\nWho held us away from danger when the danger would have killed us\nThey never failed us but they souls have peace\nAnd follow in their steps, you got brothers to keep\nIn this good life\n\nCheck 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and crawl\nOn the road for some change, cause the game is too hard\nTo play straight by the rules\nI'm trying to stay out the news\nAnd make cake to buy food\nFuck jewels I think my soul glows bright enough\nAnd fuck whips I learn more when I ride the bus\nAnd fuck gold it's bad enough that we fight for bucks\nAnd fuck hoes cause in the end I need a wife to love\nPlus heaven is the life for us so God...","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.19] RAPROCK LIT POP NEWS R&B HISTORY COUNTRY SPORTS SCREEN LAW TECH X META\n[00:11.07] Show Me The Good Life\n[00:11.90] Blu\n[00:12.83] SharePlay\n[00:13.71] Yeah, this is the story\n[00:14.61] Of wealth, cash, whips, chips, bitches and blunts\n[00:15.58] Must be the good life right?\n[00:19.10] Check this yo...\n[00:21.85] I got a call from my girl last week\n[00:23.65] She telling me about that time of the month and how it may not come\n[00:26.35] Dropped the phone right before she said I might have a son\n[00:28.15] And I started asking God how 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and life ain't fair?\n[01:08.86] Or should I try to make a change when he's pulling on my leg?\n[01:12.45] (Show me) and he keeps on telling me to\n[01:13.33] Show me\n[01:15.25] (Show me the good life)\n[01:16.14] Show me\n[01:16.50] (Show me the good)\n[01:31.86] Won't somebody show me there's a few things my poppa never told me\n[01:34.57] Maybe cause the stone still rolling, no moss yet\n[01:37.21] It's a few things my momma never told me to mold me\n[01:40.08] But her soul is so golden the way she floss it\n[01:42.75] And I ain't mad at their secrets though\n[01:44.51] It's a hard sell to tell a young child about your deepest low\n[01:48.13] But I done seen through they weakness so\n[01:49.91] I understand a little bit on how the defeat can slow\n[01:51.77] You so, far down that you meekness grow\n[01:54.49] And everyday gets colder when the breezes blow\n[01:57.19] Grand momma sat me down and said, 'you need to know\n[01:59.99] Boy you a little light in this world, let your heat 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