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to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\nThis is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\nI try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\nBut these felonies be making life the hardest\nResisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\nOr run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\nThat's why I write this sonnet\nIf the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\nPlay this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nYou're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\nIf you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\nIn the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\nBut because you still alive\nHe got me praying that the spiritual is real\nSo I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\nSo I know how part of you feels\nMaybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\nLife goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\nI hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\nAnd fiends that smoke rocks\nI've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\nI'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\nNow I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\nDon't know if I ever had a chance\nAt a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\nBut Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\nInnocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\nMy Pops shot up, drug related\nMama addicted\nSo Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\nBlood was staining the concrete\nOlder niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\nThat slow money, picked up the family business\nBy 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making sure the story's told\nGirl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\nNot because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\nNot because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\nNot 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\nNow your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\nNot because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\nNot because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\nYour daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\nFor your eyes only","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.76] Yeah\n[00:07.39] For your eyes only\n[00:10.42] (For your eyes)\n[00:13.58] For your eyes only, for your eyes only\n[00:19.48] (For your eyes)\n[00:22.46] For your eyes only\n[00:24.13] Hey\n[00:24.83] Niggas be dying on the daily\n[00:26.74] It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\n[00:30.87] Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\n[00:33.75] Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n[00:36.99] 'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\n[00:40.18] Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\n[00:43.43] Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black\n[00:45.86] Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n[00:49.80] And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\n[00:52.77] Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\n[00:55.88] Like I ain't out in the field like that\n[00:58.01] I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\n[01:01.07] Despite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\n[01:04.20] Screaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\n[01:06.46] That's what you call it\n[01:07.44] Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\n[01:11.25] This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n[01:13.77] I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\n[01:16.98] But these felonies be making life the hardest\n[01:19.05] Resisting the temptation to run up 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alive\n[02:13.33] He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n[02:16.13] So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n[02:19.27] So I know how part of you feels\n[02:21.12] Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n[02:24.23] Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n[02:27.34] I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n[02:29.93] And fiends that smoke rocks\n[02:31.39] I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n[02:33.70] I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n[02:36.39] Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n[02:39.86] Don't know if I ever had a chance\n[02:42.06] At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n[02:45.83] But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n[02:49.04] Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n[02:51.84] My Pops shot up, drug related\n[02:54.12] Mama addicted\n[02:55.07] So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n[02:58.18] Blood was staining the concrete\n[03:00.00] Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n[03:04.24] That slow money, picked up the family business\n[03:07.00] By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n[03:10.77] 'Round the same time you came in this world\n[03:13.46] Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n[03:16.47] I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n[03:19.87] For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n[03:22.73] I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n[03:25.90] This crooked ass system set for me\n[03:28.23] And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n[03:31.30] The one that set examples that was never set for me\n[03:34.32] I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n[03:38.33] And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n[03:42.74] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:45.74] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:48.61] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:51.66] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:54.88] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:58.06] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[04:01.09] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[04:04.07] For your eyes only\n[04:05.95] In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n[04:08.88] Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n[04:12.14] Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n[04:15.82] Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n[04:18.02] See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n[04:22.18] My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n[04:24.38] That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n[04:27.34] That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n[04:30.56] They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n[04:33.46] And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n[04:36.34] I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n[04:40.11] Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n[04:42.86] I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n[04:45.91] Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n[04:49.07] Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n[04:51.93] And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n[04:55.28] My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n[04:58.11] And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n[05:01.34] I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n[05:04.62] And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n[05:07.51] But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n[05:09.86] And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n[05:13.56] And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n[05:16.95] I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n[05:19.71] For your eyes only\n[05:20.88] For your eyes\n[05:22.62] For your eyes only\n[05:27.58] \n[05:32.59] For your eyes\n[05:34.83] For your eyes only\n[05:39.72] For your eyes do you understand?\n[05:42.57] For your eyes only\n[05:46.79] \n[06:09.29] One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n[06:12.60] What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n[06:15.31] I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n[06:18.02] But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n[06:21.32] He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n[06:25.30] When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n[06:28.99] I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n[06:31.46] I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n[06:33.86] But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n[06:36.44] I know your momma nigga, send my love\n[06:38.71] In case I never get a chance to speak again\n[06:41.17] I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n[06:43.91] That's the way I wished my family lived\n[06:45.82] But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n[06:47.94] I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n[06:52.04] He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n[06:55.31] But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n[06:59.65] I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n[07:04.18] With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n[07:07.43] Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n[07:11.76] And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n[07:14.85] Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n[07:16.59] This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n[07:20.02] I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n[07:23.06] Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n[07:26.07] That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n[07:29.15] Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n[07:32.26] Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n[07:35.90] 'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n[07:38.97] To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n[07:41.93] Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n[07:46.50] Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n[07:49.87] Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n[07:52.85] Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n[07:55.82] Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n[07:58.90] Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n[08:02.05] Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n[08:04.81] Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n[08:08.37] Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n[08:11.21] For your eyes only\n[08:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 4 Your Eyez Only\n  artist: J. 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on the daily\n  It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\n  Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\n  Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n  'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\n  Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\n  Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black\n  Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n\n  And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\n  Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\n  Like I ain't out in the field like that\n  I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\n  Despite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\n  Screaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\n  That's what you call it\n  Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\n  This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\n  I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\n  But these felonies be making life the hardest\n  Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\n  Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n  That's why I write this sonnet\n  If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n  Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n  If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n  In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n  But because you still alive\n  He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n  So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n  So I know how part of you feels\n  Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n  Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\n  I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n  And fiends that smoke rocks\n  I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n  I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n  Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n  Don't know if I ever had a chance\n  At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n  But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n  Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\n  My Pops shot up, drug related\n  Mama addicted\n  So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n  Blood was staining the concrete\n  Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n  That slow money, picked up the family business\n  By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n  'Round the same time you came in this world\n  Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\n  I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n  For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n  I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n  This crooked ass system set for me\n  And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n  The one that set examples that was never set for me\n  I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n  And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\n  They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n  Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n  And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\n  My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n  And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n  I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n  And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n  But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n  And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n  And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n  I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\n  But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  That's the way I wished my family lived\n  But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n  I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\n  I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\n  Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n  To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\n  Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  For your eyes only\n"},{"id":30288032,"name":"4 Your Eyez Only","trackName":"4 Your Eyez Only","artistName":"J. 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alive\n[02:13.33] He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n[02:16.13] So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n[02:19.27] So I know how part of you feels\n[02:21.12] Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n[02:24.23] Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n[02:27.34] I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n[02:29.93] And fiends that smoke rocks\n[02:31.39] I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n[02:33.70] I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n[02:36.39] Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n[02:39.86] Don't know if I ever had a chance\n[02:42.06] At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n[02:45.83] But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n[02:49.04] Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n[02:51.84] My Pops shot up, drug related\n[02:54.12] Mama addicted\n[02:55.07] So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n[02:58.18] Blood was staining the concrete\n[03:00.00] Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n[03:04.24] That slow money, picked up the family business\n[03:07.00] By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n[03:10.77] 'Round the same time you came in this world\n[03:13.46] Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n[03:16.47] I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n[03:19.87] For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n[03:22.73] I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n[03:25.90] This crooked ass system set for me\n[03:28.23] And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n[03:31.30] The one that set examples that was never set for me\n[03:34.32] I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n[03:38.33] And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n[03:42.74] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:45.74] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:48.61] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:51.66] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:54.88] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:58.06] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[04:01.09] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[04:04.07] For your eyes only\n[04:05.95] In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n[04:08.88] Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n[04:12.14] Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n[04:15.82] Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n[04:18.02] See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n[04:22.18] My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n[04:24.38] That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n[04:27.34] That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n[04:30.56] They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n[04:33.46] And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n[04:36.34] I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n[04:40.11] Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n[04:42.86] I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n[04:45.91] Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n[04:49.07] Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n[04:51.93] And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n[04:55.28] My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n[04:58.11] And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n[05:01.34] I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n[05:04.62] And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n[05:07.51] But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n[05:09.86] And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n[05:13.56] And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n[05:16.95] I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n[05:19.71] For your eyes only\n[05:20.88] For your eyes\n[05:22.62] For your eyes only\n[05:27.58] \n[05:32.59] For your eyes\n[05:34.83] For your eyes only\n[05:39.72] For your eyes do you understand?\n[05:42.57] For your eyes only\n[05:46.79] \n[06:09.29] One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n[06:12.60] What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n[06:15.31] I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n[06:18.02] But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n[06:21.32] He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n[06:25.30] When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n[06:28.99] I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n[06:31.46] I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n[06:33.86] But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n[06:36.44] I know your momma nigga, send my love\n[06:38.71] In case I never get a chance to speak again\n[06:41.17] I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n[06:43.91] That's the way I wished my family lived\n[06:45.82] But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n[06:47.94] I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n[06:52.04] He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n[06:55.31] But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n[06:59.65] I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n[07:04.18] With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n[07:07.43] Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n[07:11.76] And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n[07:14.85] Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n[07:16.59] This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n[07:20.02] I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n[07:23.06] Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n[07:26.07] That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n[07:29.15] Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n[07:32.26] Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n[07:35.90] 'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n[07:38.97] To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n[07:41.93] Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n[07:46.50] Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n[07:49.87] Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n[07:52.85] Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n[07:55.82] Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n[07:58.90] Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n[08:02.05] Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n[08:04.81] Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n[08:08.37] Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n[08:11.21] For your eyes only\n[08:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 4 Your Eyez Only\n  artist: J. 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end_ms: 378020\n- text: But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  start_ms: 378020\n  end_ms: 381320\n- text: He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  start_ms: 381320\n  end_ms: 385300\n- text: When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  start_ms: 385300\n  end_ms: 388990\n- text: I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  start_ms: 388990\n  end_ms: 391460\n- text: I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n  start_ms: 391460\n  end_ms: 393860\n- text: But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  start_ms: 393860\n  end_ms: 396440\n- text: I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  start_ms: 396440\n  end_ms: 398710\n- text: In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  start_ms: 398710\n  end_ms: 401170\n- text: I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  start_ms: 401170\n  end_ms: 403910\n- text: That's the way I wished my family lived\n  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Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  start_ms: 407940\n  end_ms: 412040\n- text: He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  start_ms: 412040\n  end_ms: 415310\n- text: But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n  start_ms: 415310\n  end_ms: 419650\n- text: I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  start_ms: 419650\n  end_ms: 424180\n- text: With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  start_ms: 424180\n  end_ms: 427430\n- text: Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  start_ms: 427430\n  end_ms: 431760\n- text: And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  start_ms: 431760\n  end_ms: 434850\n- text: Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  start_ms: 434850\n  end_ms: 436590\n- text: This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  start_ms: 436590\n  end_ms: 440020\n- text: I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n  start_ms: 440020\n  end_ms: 443060\n- text: Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  start_ms: 443060\n  end_ms: 446070\n- text: That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  start_ms: 446070\n  end_ms: 449150\n- text: Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  start_ms: 449150\n  end_ms: 452260\n- text: Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  start_ms: 452260\n  end_ms: 455900\n- text: '''Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl'\n  start_ms: 455900\n  end_ms: 458970\n- text: To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  start_ms: 458970\n  end_ms: 461930\n- text: Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  start_ms: 461930\n  end_ms: 466500\n- text: Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  start_ms: 466500\n  end_ms: 469870\n- text: Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n  start_ms: 469870\n  end_ms: 472850\n- text: Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  start_ms: 472850\n  end_ms: 475820\n- text: Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  start_ms: 475820\n  end_ms: 478900\n- text: Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  start_ms: 478900\n  end_ms: 482050\n- text: Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  start_ms: 482050\n  end_ms: 484810\n- text: Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  start_ms: 484810\n  end_ms: 488370\n- text: Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  start_ms: 488370\n  end_ms: 491210\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 491210\n  end_ms: 492060\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 492060\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  For your eyes only\n  (For your eyes)\n  For your eyes only, for your eyes only\n  (For your eyes)\n  For your eyes only\n\n  Hey\n  Niggas be dying on the daily\n  It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\n  Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\n  Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n  'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\n  Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\n  Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black\n  Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n\n  And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\n  Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\n  Like I ain't out in the field like that\n  I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\n  Despite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\n  Screaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\n  That's what you call it\n  Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\n  This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\n  I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\n  But these felonies be making life the hardest\n  Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\n  Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n  That's why I write this sonnet\n  If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n  Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n  If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n  In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n  But because you still alive\n  He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n  So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n  So I know how part of you feels\n  Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n  Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\n  I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n  And fiends that smoke rocks\n  I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n  I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n  Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n  Don't know if I ever had a chance\n  At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n  But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n  Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\n  My Pops shot up, drug related\n  Mama addicted\n  So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n  Blood was staining the concrete\n  Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n  That slow money, picked up the family business\n  By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n  'Round the same time you came in this world\n  Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\n  I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n  For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n  I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n  This crooked ass system set for me\n  And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n  The one that set examples that was never set for me\n  I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n  And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\n  They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n  Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n  And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\n  My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n  And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n  I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n  And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n  But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n  And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n  And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n  I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\n  But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  That's the way I wished my family lived\n  But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n  I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\n  I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\n  Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n  To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\n  Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  For your eyes only\n"},{"id":36847492,"name":"4 Your Eyez Only","trackName":"4 Your Eyez Only","artistName":"J. Cole","albumName":"4 Your Eyez Only","duration":485.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nFor your eyes only\n(For your eyes)\nFor your eyes only, for your eyes only\n(For your eyes)\nFor your eyes only\n\nHey\nNiggas be dying on the daily\nIt seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\nCan't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\nControl the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\nFull of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\nAin't no coming back, family dressed in black\nPlus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n\nAnd my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\nLike I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\nLike I ain't out in the field like that\nI might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\nDespite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\nScreaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\nThat's what you call it\nAin't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\nThis is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\nI try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\nBut these felonies be making life the hardest\nResisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\nOr run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\nThat's why I write this sonnet\nIf the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\nPlay this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nYou're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\nIf you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\nIn the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\nBut because you still alive\nHe got me praying that the spiritual is real\nSo I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\nSo I know how part of you feels\nMaybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\nLife goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\nI hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\nAnd fiends that smoke rocks\nI've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\nI'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\nNow I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\nDon't know if I ever had a chance\nAt a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\nBut Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\nInnocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\nMy Pops shot up, drug related\nMama addicted\nSo Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\nBlood was staining the concrete\nOlder niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\nThat slow money, picked up the family business\nBy the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n'Round the same time you came in this world\nMe and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\nI told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\nFor the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\nI was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\nThis crooked ass system set for me\nAnd now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\nThe one that set examples that was never set for me\nI'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\nAnd if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nIn several ways I could've went out, too many to count\nWas it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\nWas it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\nNiggas don't know how to act in a drought\nSee baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\nMy views misshaped by new mixtapes\nThat confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\nThat real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\nThey just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\nAnd if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\nI was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\nDucking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\nI pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\nMuch broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\nInto a box, where your son don't even know his pops\nAnd the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\nMy worst fear is one day that you come home from school\nAnd see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\nI got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\nAnd sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\nBut maybe there's a chance that it's not\nAnd this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\nAnd I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\nI love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nOne day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\nWhat he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\nI tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\nBut I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\nHe said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\nWhen times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\nI dealt with the repercussions of my actions\nI know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\nBut that shit was in my blood, you know my life\nI know your momma nigga, send my love\nIn case I never get a chance to speak again\nI won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\nThat's the way I wished my family lived\nBut my granny crib was in the 'jects\nI had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\nHe said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\nBut I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\nI got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\nWith that said I'm proud to say I was a father\nWrite my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\nAnd so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\nDon't you ever scratch or disrespect it\nThis perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\nI dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\nAffected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\nThat sent your pops to prison when he needed education\nSometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\nAlthough that means that I would never be brought into this world\n'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\nTo take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\nBarely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\nGirl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\nNot because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\nNot because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\nNot 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\nNow your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\nNot because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\nNot because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\nYour daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\nFor your eyes only","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.76] Yeah\n[00:07.39] For your eyes only\n[00:10.42] (For your eyes)\n[00:13.58] For your eyes only, for your eyes only\n[00:19.48] (For your eyes)\n[00:22.46] For your eyes only\n[00:24.13] Hey\n[00:24.83] Niggas be dying on the daily\n[00:26.74] It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\n[00:30.87] Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\n[00:33.75] Control the block, serving up rocks and stay 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and swipe a wallet\n[01:22.27] Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n[01:25.27] That's why I write this sonnet\n[01:26.68] If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n[01:29.73] Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n[01:33.33] (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n[01:36.68] (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n[01:39.36] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:42.62] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:45.67] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:48.62] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:51.76] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:54.90] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:58.07] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[02:01.03] For your eyes only\n[02:02.16] You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n[02:05.16] If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n[02:08.91] In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n[02:12.19] But because you still alive\n[02:13.33] He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n[02:16.13] So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n[02:19.27] So I know how part of you feels\n[02:21.12] Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n[02:24.23] Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n[02:27.34] I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n[02:29.93] And fiends that smoke rocks\n[02:31.39] I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n[02:33.70] I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n[02:36.39] Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n[02:39.86] Don't know if I ever had a chance\n[02:42.06] At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n[02:45.83] But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n[02:49.04] Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n[02:51.84] My Pops shot up, drug related\n[02:54.12] Mama addicted\n[02:55.07] So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n[02:58.18] Blood was staining the concrete\n[03:00.00] Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n[03:04.24] That slow money, picked up the family business\n[03:07.00] By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n[03:10.77] 'Round the same time you came in this world\n[03:13.46] Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n[03:16.47] I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n[03:19.87] For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n[03:22.73] I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n[03:25.90] This crooked ass system set for me\n[03:28.23] And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n[03:31.30] The one that set examples that was never set for me\n[03:34.32] I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n[03:38.33] And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n[03:42.74] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:45.74] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:48.61] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:51.66] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:54.88] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:58.06] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[04:01.09] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[04:04.07] For your eyes only\n[04:05.95] In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n[04:08.88] Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n[04:12.14] Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n[04:15.82] Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n[04:18.02] See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n[04:22.18] My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n[04:24.38] That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n[04:27.34] That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n[04:30.56] They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n[04:33.46] And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n[04:36.34] I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n[04:40.11] Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n[04:42.86] I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n[04:45.91] Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n[04:49.07] Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n[04:51.93] And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n[04:55.28] My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n[04:58.11] And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n[05:01.34] I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n[05:04.62] And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n[05:07.51] But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n[05:09.86] And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n[05:13.56] And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n[05:16.95] I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n[05:19.71] For your eyes only\n[05:20.88] For your eyes\n[05:22.62] For your eyes only\n[05:27.58] \n[05:32.59] For your eyes\n[05:34.83] For your eyes only\n[05:39.72] For your eyes do you understand?\n[05:42.57] For your eyes only\n[05:46.79] \n[06:09.29] One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n[06:12.60] What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n[06:15.31] I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n[06:18.02] But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n[06:21.32] He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n[06:25.30] When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n[06:28.99] I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n[06:31.46] I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n[06:33.86] But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n[06:36.44] I know your momma nigga, send my love\n[06:38.71] In case I never get a chance to speak again\n[06:41.17] I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n[06:43.91] That's the way I wished my family lived\n[06:45.82] But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n[06:47.94] I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n[06:52.04] He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n[06:55.31] But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n[06:59.65] I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n[07:04.18] With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n[07:07.43] Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n[07:11.76] And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n[07:14.85] Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n[07:16.59] This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n[07:20.02] I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n[07:23.06] Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n[07:26.07] That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n[07:29.15] Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n[07:32.26] Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n[07:35.90] 'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n[07:38.97] To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n[07:41.93] Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n[07:46.50] Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n[07:49.87] Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n[07:52.85] Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n[07:55.82] Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n[07:58.90] Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n[08:02.05] Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n[08:04.81] Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n[08:08.37] Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n[08:11.21] For your eyes only\n[08:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 4 Your Eyez Only\n  artist: J. 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don't know how to act in a drought\n  start_ms: 255820\n  end_ms: 258020\n- text: See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  start_ms: 258020\n  end_ms: 262180\n- text: My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  start_ms: 262180\n  end_ms: 264380\n- text: That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  start_ms: 264380\n  end_ms: 267340\n- text: That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n  start_ms: 267340\n  end_ms: 270560\n- text: They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  start_ms: 270560\n  end_ms: 273460\n- text: And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  start_ms: 273460\n  end_ms: 276340\n- text: I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  start_ms: 276340\n  end_ms: 280110\n- text: Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  start_ms: 280110\n  end_ms: 282860\n- text: I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  start_ms: 282860\n  end_ms: 285910\n- text: Much 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end_ms: 378020\n- text: But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  start_ms: 378020\n  end_ms: 381320\n- text: He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  start_ms: 381320\n  end_ms: 385300\n- text: When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  start_ms: 385300\n  end_ms: 388990\n- text: I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  start_ms: 388990\n  end_ms: 391460\n- text: I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n  start_ms: 391460\n  end_ms: 393860\n- text: But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  start_ms: 393860\n  end_ms: 396440\n- text: I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  start_ms: 396440\n  end_ms: 398710\n- text: In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  start_ms: 398710\n  end_ms: 401170\n- text: I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  start_ms: 401170\n  end_ms: 403910\n- text: That's the way I wished my family lived\n  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Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  start_ms: 407940\n  end_ms: 412040\n- text: He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  start_ms: 412040\n  end_ms: 415310\n- text: But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n  start_ms: 415310\n  end_ms: 419650\n- text: I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  start_ms: 419650\n  end_ms: 424180\n- text: With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  start_ms: 424180\n  end_ms: 427430\n- text: Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  start_ms: 427430\n  end_ms: 431760\n- text: And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  start_ms: 431760\n  end_ms: 434850\n- text: Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  start_ms: 434850\n  end_ms: 436590\n- text: This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  start_ms: 436590\n  end_ms: 440020\n- text: I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n  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Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n  That's why I write this sonnet\n  If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n  Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n  If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n  In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n  But because you still alive\n  He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n  So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n  So I know how part of you feels\n  Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n  Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\n  I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n  And fiends that smoke rocks\n  I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n  I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n  Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n  Don't know if I ever had a chance\n  At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n  But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n  Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\n  My Pops shot up, drug related\n  Mama addicted\n  So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n  Blood was staining the concrete\n  Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n  That slow money, picked up the family business\n  By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n  'Round the same time you came in this world\n  Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\n  I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n  For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n  I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n  This crooked ass system set for me\n  And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n  The one that set examples that was never set for me\n  I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n  And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\n  They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n  Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n  And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\n  My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n  And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n  I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n  And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n  But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n  And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n  And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n  I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\n  But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  That's the way I wished my family lived\n  But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n  I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\n  I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\n  Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n  To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\n  Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  For your eyes only\n"},{"id":35894922,"name":"4 Your Eyez Only","trackName":"4 Your Eyez Only","artistName":"J. 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not even sure if I believe in God\nBut because you still alive\nHe got me praying that the spiritual is real\nSo I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\nSo I know how part of you feels\nMaybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\nLife goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\nI hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\nAnd fiends that smoke rocks\nI've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\nI'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\nNow I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\nDon't know if I ever had a chance\nAt a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\nBut Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\nInnocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\nMy Pops shot up, drug related\nMama addicted\nSo Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\nBlood was staining the concrete\nOlder niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\nThat slow money, picked up the family 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badges give clout?\nWas it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\nNiggas don't know how to act in a drought\nSee baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\nMy views misshaped by new mixtapes\nThat confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\nThat real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\nThey just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\nAnd if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\nI was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\nDucking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\nI pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\nMuch broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\nInto a box, where your son don't even know his pops\nAnd the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\nMy worst fear is one day that you come home from school\nAnd see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\nI got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\nAnd sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\nBut maybe there's a chance that it's not\nAnd this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\nAnd I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\nI love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nOne day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\nWhat he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\nI tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\nBut I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\nHe said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\nWhen times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\nI dealt with the repercussions of my actions\nI know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\nBut that shit was in my blood, you know my life\nI know your momma nigga, send my love\nIn case I never get a chance to speak again\nI won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\nThat's the way I wished my family lived\nBut my granny crib was in the 'jects\nI had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\nHe said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\nBut I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\nI got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\nWith that said I'm proud to say I was a father\nWrite my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\nAnd so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\nDon't you ever scratch or disrespect it\nThis perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\nI dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\nAffected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\nThat sent your pops to prison when he needed education\nSometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\nAlthough that means that I would never be brought into this world\n'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\nTo take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\nBarely one years old, now it's thirty years later 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text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 99360\n  end_ms: 102620\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 102620\n  end_ms: 105670\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 105670\n  end_ms: 108620\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 108620\n  end_ms: 111760\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 111760\n  end_ms: 114900\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 114900\n  end_ms: 118070\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 118070\n  end_ms: 121030\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 121030\n  end_ms: 122160\n- text: You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n  start_ms: 122160\n  end_ms: 125160\n- text: If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n  start_ms: 125160\n  end_ms: 128910\n- text: In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n  start_ms: 128910\n  end_ms: 132190\n- text: But because you still alive\n  start_ms: 132190\n  end_ms: 133330\n- text: He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n  start_ms: 133330\n  end_ms: 136130\n- text: So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n  start_ms: 136130\n  end_ms: 139270\n- text: So I know how part of you feels\n  start_ms: 139270\n  end_ms: 141120\n- text: Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n  start_ms: 141120\n  end_ms: 144230\n- text: Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n  start_ms: 144230\n  end_ms: 147340\n- text: I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n  start_ms: 147340\n  end_ms: 149930\n- text: And fiends that smoke rocks\n  start_ms: 149930\n  end_ms: 151390\n- text: I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n  start_ms: 151390\n  end_ms: 153700\n- text: I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n  start_ms: 153700\n  end_ms: 156390\n- text: Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n  start_ms: 156390\n  end_ms: 159860\n- text: Don't know if I ever had a chance\n  start_ms: 159860\n  end_ms: 162060\n- text: At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n  start_ms: 162060\n  end_ms: 165830\n- text: But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n  start_ms: 165830\n  end_ms: 169040\n- text: Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n  start_ms: 169040\n  end_ms: 171840\n- text: My Pops shot up, drug related\n  start_ms: 171840\n  end_ms: 174120\n- text: Mama addicted\n  start_ms: 174120\n  end_ms: 175070\n- text: So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n  start_ms: 175070\n  end_ms: 178180\n- text: Blood was staining the concrete\n  start_ms: 178180\n  end_ms: 180000\n- text: Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n  start_ms: 180000\n  end_ms: 184240\n- text: That slow money, picked up the family business\n  start_ms: 184240\n  end_ms: 187000\n- text: By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n  start_ms: 187000\n  end_ms: 190770\n- text: '''Round the same time you came in this world'\n  start_ms: 190770\n  end_ms: 193460\n- text: Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n  start_ms: 193460\n  end_ms: 196470\n- text: I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n  start_ms: 196470\n  end_ms: 199870\n- text: For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n  start_ms: 199870\n  end_ms: 202730\n- text: I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n  start_ms: 202730\n  end_ms: 205900\n- text: This crooked ass system set for me\n  start_ms: 205900\n  end_ms: 208230\n- text: And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n  start_ms: 208230\n  end_ms: 211300\n- text: The one that set examples that was never set for me\n  start_ms: 211300\n  end_ms: 214320\n- text: I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n  start_ms: 214320\n  end_ms: 218330\n- text: And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n  start_ms: 218330\n  end_ms: 222740\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 222740\n  end_ms: 225740\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 225740\n  end_ms: 228610\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 228610\n  end_ms: 231660\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 231660\n  end_ms: 234880\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 234880\n  end_ms: 238060\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 238060\n  end_ms: 241090\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 241090\n  end_ms: 244070\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 244070\n  end_ms: 245950\n- text: In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  start_ms: 245950\n  end_ms: 248880\n- text: Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  start_ms: 248880\n  end_ms: 252140\n- text: Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  start_ms: 252140\n  end_ms: 255820\n- text: Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  start_ms: 255820\n  end_ms: 258020\n- text: See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  start_ms: 258020\n  end_ms: 262180\n- text: My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  start_ms: 262180\n  end_ms: 264380\n- text: That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  start_ms: 264380\n  end_ms: 267340\n- text: That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n  start_ms: 267340\n  end_ms: 270560\n- text: They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  start_ms: 270560\n  end_ms: 273460\n- text: And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  start_ms: 273460\n  end_ms: 276340\n- text: I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  start_ms: 276340\n  end_ms: 280110\n- text: Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  start_ms: 280110\n  end_ms: 282860\n- text: I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  start_ms: 282860\n  end_ms: 285910\n- text: Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n  start_ms: 285910\n  end_ms: 289070\n- text: Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n  start_ms: 289070\n  end_ms: 291930\n- text: And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n  start_ms: 291930\n  end_ms: 295280\n- text: My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n  start_ms: 295280\n  end_ms: 298110\n- text: And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n  start_ms: 298110\n  end_ms: 301340\n- text: I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n  start_ms: 301340\n  end_ms: 304620\n- text: And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n  start_ms: 304620\n  end_ms: 307510\n- text: But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n  start_ms: 307510\n  end_ms: 309860\n- text: And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n  start_ms: 309860\n  end_ms: 313560\n- text: And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n  start_ms: 313560\n  end_ms: 316950\n- text: I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n  start_ms: 316950\n  end_ms: 319710\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 319710\n  end_ms: 320880\n- text: For your eyes\n  start_ms: 320880\n  end_ms: 322620\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 322620\n  end_ms: 327580\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 327580\n  end_ms: 332590\n- text: For your eyes\n  start_ms: 332590\n  end_ms: 334830\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 334830\n  end_ms: 339720\n- text: For your eyes do you understand?\n  start_ms: 339720\n  end_ms: 342570\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 342570\n  end_ms: 346790\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 346790\n  end_ms: 369290\n- text: One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  start_ms: 369290\n  end_ms: 372600\n- text: What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  start_ms: 372600\n  end_ms: 375310\n- text: I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  start_ms: 375310\n  end_ms: 378020\n- text: But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  start_ms: 378020\n  end_ms: 381320\n- text: He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  start_ms: 381320\n  end_ms: 385300\n- text: When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  start_ms: 385300\n  end_ms: 388990\n- text: I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  start_ms: 388990\n  end_ms: 391460\n- text: I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n  start_ms: 391460\n  end_ms: 393860\n- text: But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  start_ms: 393860\n  end_ms: 396440\n- text: I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  start_ms: 396440\n  end_ms: 398710\n- text: In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  start_ms: 398710\n  end_ms: 401170\n- text: I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  start_ms: 401170\n  end_ms: 403910\n- text: That's the way I wished my family lived\n  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Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  start_ms: 407940\n  end_ms: 412040\n- text: He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  start_ms: 412040\n  end_ms: 415310\n- text: But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n  start_ms: 415310\n  end_ms: 419650\n- text: I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  start_ms: 419650\n  end_ms: 424180\n- text: With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  start_ms: 424180\n  end_ms: 427430\n- text: Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  start_ms: 427430\n  end_ms: 431760\n- text: And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  start_ms: 431760\n  end_ms: 434850\n- text: Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  start_ms: 434850\n  end_ms: 436590\n- text: This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  start_ms: 436590\n  end_ms: 440020\n- text: I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n  start_ms: 440020\n  end_ms: 443060\n- text: Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  start_ms: 443060\n  end_ms: 446070\n- text: That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  start_ms: 446070\n  end_ms: 449150\n- text: Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  start_ms: 449150\n  end_ms: 452260\n- text: Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  start_ms: 452260\n  end_ms: 455900\n- text: '''Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl'\n  start_ms: 455900\n  end_ms: 458970\n- text: To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  start_ms: 458970\n  end_ms: 461930\n- text: Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  start_ms: 461930\n  end_ms: 466500\n- text: Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  start_ms: 466500\n  end_ms: 469870\n- text: Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n  start_ms: 469870\n  end_ms: 472850\n- text: Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  start_ms: 472850\n  end_ms: 475820\n- text: Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  start_ms: 475820\n  end_ms: 478900\n- text: Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  start_ms: 478900\n  end_ms: 482050\n- text: Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  start_ms: 482050\n  end_ms: 484810\n- text: Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  start_ms: 484810\n  end_ms: 488370\n- text: Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  start_ms: 488370\n  end_ms: 491210\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 491210\n  end_ms: 492060\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 492060\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  For your eyes only\n  (For your eyes)\n  For your eyes only, for your eyes only\n  (For your eyes)\n  For your eyes only\n\n  Hey\n  Niggas be dying on the daily\n  It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\n  Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\n  Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n  'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\n  Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\n  Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black\n  Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n\n  And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\n  Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\n  Like I ain't out in the field like that\n  I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\n  Despite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\n  Screaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\n  That's what you call it\n  Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\n  This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\n  I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\n  But these felonies be making life the hardest\n  Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\n  Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n  That's why I write this sonnet\n  If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n  Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n  If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n  In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n  But because you still alive\n  He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n  So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n  So I know how part of you feels\n  Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n  Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\n  I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n  And fiends that smoke rocks\n  I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n  I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n  Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n  Don't know if I ever had a chance\n  At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n  But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n  Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\n  My Pops shot up, drug related\n  Mama addicted\n  So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n  Blood was staining the concrete\n  Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n  That slow money, picked up the family business\n  By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n  'Round the same time you came in this world\n  Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\n  I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n  For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n  I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n  This crooked ass system set for me\n  And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n  The one that set examples that was never set for me\n  I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n  And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\n  They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n  Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n  And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\n  My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n  And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n  I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n  And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n  But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n  And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n  And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n  I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\n  But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  That's the way I wished my family lived\n  But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n  I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\n  I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\n  Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n  To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\n  Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  For your eyes only\n"},{"id":35894798,"name":"4 Your Eyez Only","trackName":"4 Your Eyez Only","artistName":"J. 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got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\nThis is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\nI try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\nBut these felonies be making life the hardest\nResisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\nOr run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\nThat's why I write this sonnet\nIf the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\nPlay this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nYou're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\nIf you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\nIn the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\nBut because you still alive\nHe got me praying that the spiritual is real\nSo I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\nSo I know how part of you feels\nMaybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\nLife goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\nI hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\nAnd fiends that smoke rocks\nI've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\nI'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\nNow I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\nDon't know if I ever had a chance\nAt a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\nBut Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\nInnocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\nMy Pops shot up, drug related\nMama addicted\nSo Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\nBlood was staining the concrete\nOlder niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\nThat slow money, picked up the family business\nBy the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n'Round the same time you came in this world\nMe and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\nI told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\nFor the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\nI was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\nThis crooked ass system set for me\nAnd now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\nThe one that set examples that was never set for me\nI'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\nAnd if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nIn several ways I could've went out, too many to count\nWas it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\nWas it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\nNiggas don't know how to act in a drought\nSee baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\nMy views misshaped by new mixtapes\nThat confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\nThat real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\nThey just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\nAnd if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\nI was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\nDucking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\nI pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\nMuch broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\nInto a box, where your son don't even know his pops\nAnd the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\nMy worst fear is one day that you come home from school\nAnd see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\nI got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\nAnd sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\nBut maybe there's a chance that it's not\nAnd this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\nAnd I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\nI love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nOne day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\nWhat he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\nI tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\nBut I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\nHe said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\nWhen times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\nI dealt with the repercussions of my actions\nI know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\nBut that shit was in my blood, you know my life\nI know your momma nigga, send my love\nIn case I never get a chance to speak again\nI won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\nThat's the way I wished my family lived\nBut my granny crib was in the 'jects\nI had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\nHe said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\nBut I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\nI got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\nWith that said I'm proud to say I was a father\nWrite my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\nAnd so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\nDon't you ever scratch or disrespect it\nThis perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\nI dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\nAffected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\nThat sent your pops to prison when he needed education\nSometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\nAlthough that means that I would never be brought into this world\n'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\nTo take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\nBarely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\nGirl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\nNot because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\nNot because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\nNot 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\nNow your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\nNot because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\nNot because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\nYour daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\nFor your eyes only","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.76] Yeah\n[00:07.39] For your eyes only\n[00:10.42] (For your eyes)\n[00:13.58] For your eyes only, for your eyes only\n[00:19.48] (For your eyes)\n[00:22.46] For your eyes only\n[00:24.13] Hey\n[00:24.83] Niggas be dying on the daily\n[00:26.74] It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\n[00:30.87] Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\n[00:33.75] Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n[00:36.99] 'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\n[00:40.18] Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\n[00:43.43] Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black\n[00:45.86] Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n[00:49.80] And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\n[00:52.77] Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\n[00:55.88] Like I ain't out in the field like that\n[00:58.01] I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\n[01:01.07] Despite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\n[01:04.20] Screaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\n[01:06.46] That's what you call it\n[01:07.44] Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\n[01:11.25] This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n[01:13.77] I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\n[01:16.98] But these felonies be making life the hardest\n[01:19.05] Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\n[01:22.27] Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n[01:25.27] That's why I write this sonnet\n[01:26.68] If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n[01:29.73] Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n[01:33.33] (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n[01:36.68] (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n[01:39.36] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:42.62] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:45.67] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:48.62] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:51.76] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:54.90] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:58.07] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[02:01.03] For your eyes only\n[02:02.16] You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n[02:05.16] If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n[02:08.91] In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n[02:12.19] But because you still alive\n[02:13.33] He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n[02:16.13] So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n[02:19.27] So I know how part of you feels\n[02:21.12] Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n[02:24.23] Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n[02:27.34] I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n[02:29.93] And fiends that smoke rocks\n[02:31.39] I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n[02:33.70] I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n[02:36.39] Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n[02:39.86] Don't know if I ever had a chance\n[02:42.06] At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n[02:45.83] But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n[02:49.04] Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n[02:51.84] My Pops shot up, drug related\n[02:54.12] Mama addicted\n[02:55.07] So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n[02:58.18] Blood was staining the concrete\n[03:00.00] Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n[03:04.24] That slow money, picked up the family business\n[03:07.00] By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n[03:10.77] 'Round the same time you came in this world\n[03:13.46] Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n[03:16.47] I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n[03:19.87] For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n[03:22.73] I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n[03:25.90] This crooked ass system set for me\n[03:28.23] And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n[03:31.30] The one that set examples that was never set for me\n[03:34.32] I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n[03:38.33] And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n[03:42.74] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:45.74] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:48.61] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:51.66] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:54.88] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:58.06] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[04:01.09] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[04:04.07] For your eyes only\n[04:05.95] In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n[04:08.88] Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n[04:12.14] Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n[04:15.82] Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n[04:18.02] See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n[04:22.18] My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n[04:24.38] That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n[04:27.34] That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n[04:30.56] They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n[04:33.46] And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n[04:36.34] I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n[04:40.11] Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n[04:42.86] I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n[04:45.91] Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n[04:49.07] Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n[04:51.93] And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n[04:55.28] My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n[04:58.11] And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n[05:01.34] I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n[05:04.62] And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n[05:07.51] But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n[05:09.86] And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n[05:13.56] And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n[05:16.95] I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n[05:19.71] For your eyes only\n[05:20.88] For your eyes\n[05:22.62] For your eyes only\n[05:27.58] \n[05:32.59] For your eyes\n[05:34.83] For your eyes only\n[05:39.72] For your eyes do you understand?\n[05:42.57] For your eyes only\n[05:46.79] \n[06:09.29] One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n[06:12.60] What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n[06:15.31] I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n[06:18.02] But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n[06:21.32] He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n[06:25.30] When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n[06:28.99] I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n[06:31.46] I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n[06:33.86] But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n[06:36.44] I know your momma nigga, send my love\n[06:38.71] In case I never get a chance to speak again\n[06:41.17] I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n[06:43.91] That's the way I wished my family lived\n[06:45.82] But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n[06:47.94] I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n[06:52.04] He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n[06:55.31] But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n[06:59.65] I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n[07:04.18] With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n[07:07.43] Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n[07:11.76] And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n[07:14.85] Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n[07:16.59] This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n[07:20.02] I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n[07:23.06] Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n[07:26.07] That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n[07:29.15] Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n[07:32.26] Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n[07:35.90] 'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n[07:38.97] To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n[07:41.93] Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n[07:46.50] Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n[07:49.87] Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n[07:52.85] Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n[07:55.82] Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n[07:58.90] Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n[08:02.05] Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n[08:04.81] Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n[08:08.37] Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n[08:11.21] For your eyes only\n[08:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 4 Your Eyez Only\n  artist: J. 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222740\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 222740\n  end_ms: 225740\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 225740\n  end_ms: 228610\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 228610\n  end_ms: 231660\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 231660\n  end_ms: 234880\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 234880\n  end_ms: 238060\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 238060\n  end_ms: 241090\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 241090\n  end_ms: 244070\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 244070\n  end_ms: 245950\n- text: In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  start_ms: 245950\n  end_ms: 248880\n- text: Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  start_ms: 248880\n  end_ms: 252140\n- text: Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  start_ms: 252140\n  end_ms: 255820\n- text: Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  start_ms: 255820\n  end_ms: 258020\n- text: See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  start_ms: 258020\n  end_ms: 262180\n- text: My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  start_ms: 262180\n  end_ms: 264380\n- text: That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  start_ms: 264380\n  end_ms: 267340\n- text: That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n  start_ms: 267340\n  end_ms: 270560\n- text: They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  start_ms: 270560\n  end_ms: 273460\n- text: And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  start_ms: 273460\n  end_ms: 276340\n- text: I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  start_ms: 276340\n  end_ms: 280110\n- text: Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  start_ms: 280110\n  end_ms: 282860\n- text: I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  start_ms: 282860\n  end_ms: 285910\n- text: Much 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shoes\n  start_ms: 313560\n  end_ms: 316950\n- text: I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n  start_ms: 316950\n  end_ms: 319710\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 319710\n  end_ms: 320880\n- text: For your eyes\n  start_ms: 320880\n  end_ms: 322620\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 322620\n  end_ms: 327580\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 327580\n  end_ms: 332590\n- text: For your eyes\n  start_ms: 332590\n  end_ms: 334830\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 334830\n  end_ms: 339720\n- text: For your eyes do you understand?\n  start_ms: 339720\n  end_ms: 342570\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 342570\n  end_ms: 346790\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 346790\n  end_ms: 369290\n- text: One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  start_ms: 369290\n  end_ms: 372600\n- text: What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  start_ms: 372600\n  end_ms: 375310\n- text: I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  start_ms: 375310\n  end_ms: 378020\n- text: But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  start_ms: 378020\n  end_ms: 381320\n- text: He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  start_ms: 381320\n  end_ms: 385300\n- text: When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  start_ms: 385300\n  end_ms: 388990\n- text: I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  start_ms: 388990\n  end_ms: 391460\n- text: I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n  start_ms: 391460\n  end_ms: 393860\n- text: But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  start_ms: 393860\n  end_ms: 396440\n- text: I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  start_ms: 396440\n  end_ms: 398710\n- text: In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  start_ms: 398710\n  end_ms: 401170\n- text: I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  start_ms: 401170\n  end_ms: 403910\n- text: That's the way I wished my family lived\n  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Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  start_ms: 407940\n  end_ms: 412040\n- text: He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  start_ms: 412040\n  end_ms: 415310\n- text: But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n  start_ms: 415310\n  end_ms: 419650\n- text: I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  start_ms: 419650\n  end_ms: 424180\n- text: With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  start_ms: 424180\n  end_ms: 427430\n- text: Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  start_ms: 427430\n  end_ms: 431760\n- text: And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  start_ms: 431760\n  end_ms: 434850\n- text: Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  start_ms: 434850\n  end_ms: 436590\n- text: This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  start_ms: 436590\n  end_ms: 440020\n- text: I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n  start_ms: 440020\n  end_ms: 443060\n- text: Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  start_ms: 443060\n  end_ms: 446070\n- text: That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  start_ms: 446070\n  end_ms: 449150\n- text: Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  start_ms: 449150\n  end_ms: 452260\n- text: Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  start_ms: 452260\n  end_ms: 455900\n- text: '''Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl'\n  start_ms: 455900\n  end_ms: 458970\n- text: To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  start_ms: 458970\n  end_ms: 461930\n- text: Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  start_ms: 461930\n  end_ms: 466500\n- text: Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  start_ms: 466500\n  end_ms: 469870\n- text: Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n  start_ms: 469870\n  end_ms: 472850\n- text: Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  start_ms: 472850\n  end_ms: 475820\n- text: Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  start_ms: 475820\n  end_ms: 478900\n- text: Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  start_ms: 478900\n  end_ms: 482050\n- text: Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  start_ms: 482050\n  end_ms: 484810\n- text: Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  start_ms: 484810\n  end_ms: 488370\n- text: Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  start_ms: 488370\n  end_ms: 491210\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 491210\n  end_ms: 492060\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 492060\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  For your eyes only\n  (For your eyes)\n  For your eyes only, for your eyes only\n  (For your eyes)\n  For your eyes only\n\n  Hey\n  Niggas be dying on the daily\n  It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\n  Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\n  Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n  'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\n  Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\n  Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black\n  Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n\n  And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\n  Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\n  Like I ain't out in the field like that\n  I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\n  Despite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\n  Screaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\n  That's what you call it\n  Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\n  This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\n  I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\n  But these felonies be making life the hardest\n  Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\n  Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n  That's why I write this sonnet\n  If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n  Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n  If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n  In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n  But because you still alive\n  He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n  So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n  So I know how part of you feels\n  Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n  Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\n  I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n  And fiends that smoke rocks\n  I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n  I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n  Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n  Don't know if I ever had a chance\n  At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n  But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n  Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\n  My Pops shot up, drug related\n  Mama addicted\n  So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n  Blood was staining the concrete\n  Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n  That slow money, picked up the family business\n  By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n  'Round the same time you came in this world\n  Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\n  I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n  For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n  I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n  This crooked ass system set for me\n  And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n  The one that set examples that was never set for me\n  I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n  And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\n  They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n  Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n  And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\n  My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n  And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n  I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n  And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n  But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n  And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n  And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n  I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\n  But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  That's the way I wished my family lived\n  But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n  I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\n  I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\n  Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n  To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\n  Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  For your eyes only\n"},{"id":35894865,"name":"4 Your Eyez Only","trackName":"4 Your Eyez Only","artistName":"J. Cole","albumName":"4 Your Eyez Only","duration":389.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nFor your eyes only\n(For your eyes)\nFor your eyes only, for your eyes only\n(For your eyes)\nFor your eyes only\n\nHey\nNiggas be dying on the daily\nIt seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\nCan't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\nControl the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\nFull of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\nAin't no coming back, family dressed in black\nPlus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n\nAnd my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\nLike I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\nLike I ain't out in the field like that\nI might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\nDespite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\nScreaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\nThat's what you call it\nAin't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\nThis is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\nI try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\nBut these felonies be making life the hardest\nResisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\nOr run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\nThat's why I write this sonnet\nIf the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\nPlay this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nYou're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\nIf you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\nIn the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\nBut because you still alive\nHe got me praying that the spiritual is real\nSo I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\nSo I know how part of you feels\nMaybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\nLife goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\nI hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\nAnd fiends that smoke rocks\nI've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\nI'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\nNow I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\nDon't know if I ever had a chance\nAt a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\nBut Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\nInnocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\nMy Pops shot up, drug related\nMama addicted\nSo Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\nBlood was staining the concrete\nOlder niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\nThat slow money, picked up the family business\nBy the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n'Round the same time you came in this world\nMe and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\nI told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\nFor the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\nI was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\nThis crooked ass system set for me\nAnd now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\nThe one that set examples that was never set for me\nI'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\nAnd if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nIn several ways I could've went out, too many to count\nWas it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\nWas it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\nNiggas don't know how to act in a drought\nSee baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\nMy views misshaped by new mixtapes\nThat confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\nThat real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\nThey just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\nAnd if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\nI was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\nDucking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\nI pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\nMuch broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\nInto a box, where your son don't even know his pops\nAnd the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\nMy worst fear is one day that you come home from school\nAnd see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\nI got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\nAnd sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\nBut maybe there's a chance that it's not\nAnd this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\nAnd I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\nI love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nOne day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\nWhat he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\nI tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\nBut I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\nHe said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\nWhen times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\nI dealt with the repercussions of my actions\nI know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\nBut that shit was in my blood, you know my life\nI know your momma nigga, send my love\nIn case I never get a chance to speak again\nI won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\nThat's the way I wished my family lived\nBut my granny crib was in the 'jects\nI had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\nHe said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\nBut I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\nI got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\nWith that said I'm proud to say I was a father\nWrite my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\nAnd so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\nDon't you ever scratch or disrespect it\nThis perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\nI dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\nAffected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\nThat sent your pops to prison when he needed education\nSometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\nAlthough that means that I would never be brought into this world\n'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\nTo take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\nBarely one years old, now it's thirty years later 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subliminal\n[00:36.99] 'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\n[00:40.18] Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\n[00:43.43] Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black\n[00:45.86] Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n[00:49.80] And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\n[00:52.77] Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\n[00:55.88] Like I ain't out in the field like that\n[00:58.01] I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\n[01:01.07] Despite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\n[01:04.20] Screaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\n[01:06.46] That's what you call it\n[01:07.44] Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\n[01:11.25] This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n[01:13.77] I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\n[01:16.98] But these felonies be making life the hardest\n[01:19.05] Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\n[01:22.27] Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n[01:25.27] That's why I write this sonnet\n[01:26.68] If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n[01:29.73] Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n[01:33.33] (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n[01:36.68] (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n[01:39.36] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:42.62] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:45.67] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:48.62] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:51.76] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:54.90] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:58.07] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[02:01.03] For your eyes only\n[02:02.16] You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n[02:05.16] If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n[02:08.91] In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n[02:12.19] But because you still alive\n[02:13.33] He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n[02:16.13] So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n[02:19.27] So I know how part of you feels\n[02:21.12] Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n[02:24.23] Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n[02:27.34] I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n[02:29.93] And fiends that smoke rocks\n[02:31.39] I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n[02:33.70] I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n[02:36.39] Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n[02:39.86] Don't know if I ever had a chance\n[02:42.06] At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n[02:45.83] But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n[02:49.04] Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n[02:51.84] My Pops shot up, drug related\n[02:54.12] Mama addicted\n[02:55.07] So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n[02:58.18] Blood was staining the concrete\n[03:00.00] Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n[03:04.24] That slow money, picked up the family business\n[03:07.00] By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n[03:10.77] 'Round the same time you came in this world\n[03:13.46] Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n[03:16.47] I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n[03:19.87] For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n[03:22.73] I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n[03:25.90] This crooked ass system set for me\n[03:28.23] And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n[03:31.30] The one that set examples that was never set for me\n[03:34.32] I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n[03:38.33] And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n[03:42.74] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:45.74] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:48.61] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:51.66] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:54.88] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:58.06] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[04:01.09] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[04:04.07] For your eyes only\n[04:05.95] In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n[04:08.88] Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n[04:12.14] Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n[04:15.82] Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n[04:18.02] See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n[04:22.18] My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n[04:24.38] That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n[04:27.34] That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n[04:30.56] They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n[04:33.46] And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n[04:36.34] I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n[04:40.11] Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n[04:42.86] I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n[04:45.91] Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n[04:49.07] Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n[04:51.93] And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n[04:55.28] My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n[04:58.11] And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n[05:01.34] I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n[05:04.62] And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n[05:07.51] But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n[05:09.86] And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n[05:13.56] And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n[05:16.95] I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n[05:19.71] For your eyes only\n[05:20.88] For your eyes\n[05:22.62] For your eyes only\n[05:27.58] \n[05:32.59] For your eyes\n[05:34.83] For your eyes only\n[05:39.72] For your eyes do you understand?\n[05:42.57] For your eyes only\n[05:46.79] \n[06:09.29] One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n[06:12.60] What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n[06:15.31] I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n[06:18.02] But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n[06:21.32] He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n[06:25.30] When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n[06:28.99] I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n[06:31.46] I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n[06:33.86] But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n[06:36.44] I know your momma nigga, send my love\n[06:38.71] In case I never get a chance to speak again\n[06:41.17] I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n[06:43.91] That's the way I wished my family lived\n[06:45.82] But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n[06:47.94] I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n[06:52.04] He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n[06:55.31] But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n[06:59.65] I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n[07:04.18] With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n[07:07.43] Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n[07:11.76] And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n[07:14.85] Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n[07:16.59] This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n[07:20.02] I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n[07:23.06] Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n[07:26.07] That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n[07:29.15] Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n[07:32.26] Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n[07:35.90] 'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n[07:38.97] To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n[07:41.93] Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n[07:46.50] Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n[07:49.87] Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n[07:52.85] Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n[07:55.82] Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n[07:58.90] Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n[08:02.05] Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n[08:04.81] Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n[08:08.37] Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n[08:11.21] For your eyes only\n[08:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 4 Your Eyez Only\n  artist: J. 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consequences deadly\n  Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\n  Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n  'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\n  Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\n  Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black\n  Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n\n  And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\n  Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\n  Like I ain't out in the field like that\n  I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\n  Despite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\n  Screaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\n  That's what you call it\n  Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\n  This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\n  I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\n  But these felonies be making life the hardest\n  Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\n  Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n  That's why I write this sonnet\n  If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n  Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n  If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n  In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n  But because you still alive\n  He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n  So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n  So I know how part of you feels\n  Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n  Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\n  I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n  And fiends that smoke rocks\n  I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n  I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n  Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n  Don't know if I ever had a chance\n  At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n  But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n  Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\n  My Pops shot up, drug related\n  Mama addicted\n  So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n  Blood was staining the concrete\n  Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n  That slow money, picked up the family business\n  By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n  'Round the same time you came in this world\n  Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\n  I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n  For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n  I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n  This crooked ass system set for me\n  And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n  The one that set examples that was never set for me\n  I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n  And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\n  They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n  Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n  And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\n  My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n  And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n  I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n  And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n  But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n  And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n  And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n  I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\n  But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  That's the way I wished my family lived\n  But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n  I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? 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not even sure if I believe in God\nBut because you still alive\nHe got me praying that the spiritual is real\nSo I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\nSo I know how part of you feels\nMaybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\nLife goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\nI hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\nAnd fiends that smoke rocks\nI've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\nI'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\nNow I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\nDon't know if I ever had a chance\nAt a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\nBut Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\nInnocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\nMy Pops shot up, drug related\nMama addicted\nSo Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\nBlood was staining the concrete\nOlder niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\nThat slow money, picked up the family 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alive\n[02:13.33] He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n[02:16.13] So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n[02:19.27] So I know how part of you feels\n[02:21.12] Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n[02:24.23] Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n[02:27.34] I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n[02:29.93] And fiends that smoke rocks\n[02:31.39] I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n[02:33.70] I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n[02:36.39] Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n[02:39.86] Don't know if I ever had a chance\n[02:42.06] At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n[02:45.83] But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n[02:49.04] Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n[02:51.84] My Pops shot up, drug related\n[02:54.12] Mama addicted\n[02:55.07] So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n[02:58.18] Blood was staining the concrete\n[03:00.00] Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n[03:04.24] That slow money, picked up the family business\n[03:07.00] By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n[03:10.77] 'Round the same time you came in this world\n[03:13.46] Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n[03:16.47] I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n[03:19.87] For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n[03:22.73] I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n[03:25.90] This crooked ass system set for me\n[03:28.23] And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n[03:31.30] The one that set examples that was never set for me\n[03:34.32] I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n[03:38.33] And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n[03:42.74] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:45.74] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:48.61] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:51.66] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:54.88] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:58.06] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[04:01.09] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[04:04.07] For your eyes only\n[04:05.95] In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n[04:08.88] Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n[04:12.14] Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n[04:15.82] Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n[04:18.02] See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n[04:22.18] My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n[04:24.38] That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n[04:27.34] That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n[04:30.56] They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n[04:33.46] And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n[04:36.34] I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n[04:40.11] Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n[04:42.86] I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n[04:45.91] Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n[04:49.07] Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n[04:51.93] And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n[04:55.28] My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n[04:58.11] And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n[05:01.34] I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n[05:04.62] And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n[05:07.51] But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n[05:09.86] And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n[05:13.56] And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n[05:16.95] I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n[05:19.71] For your eyes only\n[05:20.88] For your eyes\n[05:22.62] For your eyes only\n[05:27.58] \n[05:32.59] For your eyes\n[05:34.83] For your eyes only\n[05:39.72] For your eyes do you understand?\n[05:42.57] For your eyes only\n[05:46.79] \n[06:09.29] One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n[06:12.60] What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n[06:15.31] I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n[06:18.02] But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n[06:21.32] He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n[06:25.30] When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n[06:28.99] I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n[06:31.46] I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n[06:33.86] But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n[06:36.44] I know your momma nigga, send my love\n[06:38.71] In case I never get a chance to speak again\n[06:41.17] I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n[06:43.91] That's the way I wished my family lived\n[06:45.82] But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n[06:47.94] I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n[06:52.04] He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n[06:55.31] But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n[06:59.65] I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n[07:04.18] With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n[07:07.43] Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n[07:11.76] And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n[07:14.85] Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n[07:16.59] This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n[07:20.02] I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n[07:23.06] Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n[07:26.07] That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n[07:29.15] Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n[07:32.26] Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n[07:35.90] 'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n[07:38.97] To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n[07:41.93] Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n[07:46.50] Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n[07:49.87] Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n[07:52.85] Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n[07:55.82] Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n[07:58.90] Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n[08:02.05] Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n[08:04.81] Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n[08:08.37] Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n[08:11.21] For your eyes only\n[08:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 4 Your Eyez Only\n  artist: J. 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don't know how to act in a drought\n  start_ms: 255820\n  end_ms: 258020\n- text: See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  start_ms: 258020\n  end_ms: 262180\n- text: My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  start_ms: 262180\n  end_ms: 264380\n- text: That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  start_ms: 264380\n  end_ms: 267340\n- text: That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n  start_ms: 267340\n  end_ms: 270560\n- text: They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  start_ms: 270560\n  end_ms: 273460\n- text: And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  start_ms: 273460\n  end_ms: 276340\n- text: I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  start_ms: 276340\n  end_ms: 280110\n- text: Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  start_ms: 280110\n  end_ms: 282860\n- text: I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  start_ms: 282860\n  end_ms: 285910\n- text: Much 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Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  start_ms: 407940\n  end_ms: 412040\n- text: He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  start_ms: 412040\n  end_ms: 415310\n- text: But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n  start_ms: 415310\n  end_ms: 419650\n- text: I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  start_ms: 419650\n  end_ms: 424180\n- text: With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  start_ms: 424180\n  end_ms: 427430\n- text: Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  start_ms: 427430\n  end_ms: 431760\n- text: And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  start_ms: 431760\n  end_ms: 434850\n- text: Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  start_ms: 434850\n  end_ms: 436590\n- text: This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  start_ms: 436590\n  end_ms: 440020\n- text: I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n  start_ms: 440020\n  end_ms: 443060\n- text: Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  start_ms: 443060\n  end_ms: 446070\n- text: That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  start_ms: 446070\n  end_ms: 449150\n- text: Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  start_ms: 449150\n  end_ms: 452260\n- text: Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  start_ms: 452260\n  end_ms: 455900\n- text: '''Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl'\n  start_ms: 455900\n  end_ms: 458970\n- text: To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  start_ms: 458970\n  end_ms: 461930\n- text: Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  start_ms: 461930\n  end_ms: 466500\n- text: Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  start_ms: 466500\n  end_ms: 469870\n- text: Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n  start_ms: 469870\n  end_ms: 472850\n- text: Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  start_ms: 472850\n  end_ms: 475820\n- text: Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  start_ms: 475820\n  end_ms: 478900\n- text: Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  start_ms: 478900\n  end_ms: 482050\n- text: Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  start_ms: 482050\n  end_ms: 484810\n- text: Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  start_ms: 484810\n  end_ms: 488370\n- text: Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  start_ms: 488370\n  end_ms: 491210\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 491210\n  end_ms: 492060\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 492060\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  For your eyes only\n  (For your eyes)\n  For your eyes only, for your eyes only\n  (For your eyes)\n  For your eyes only\n\n  Hey\n  Niggas be dying on the daily\n  It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\n  Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\n  Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n  'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\n  Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\n  Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black\n  Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n\n  And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\n  Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\n  Like I ain't out in the field like that\n  I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\n  Despite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\n  Screaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\n  That's what you call it\n  Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\n  This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\n  I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\n  But these felonies be making life the hardest\n  Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\n  Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n  That's why I write this sonnet\n  If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n  Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n  If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n  In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n  But because you still alive\n  He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n  So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n  So I know how part of you feels\n  Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n  Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\n  I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n  And fiends that smoke rocks\n  I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n  I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n  Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n  Don't know if I ever had a chance\n  At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n  But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n  Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\n  My Pops shot up, drug related\n  Mama addicted\n  So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n  Blood was staining the concrete\n  Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n  That slow money, picked up the family business\n  By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n  'Round the same time you came in this world\n  Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\n  I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n  For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n  I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n  This crooked ass system set for me\n  And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n  The one that set examples that was never set for me\n  I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n  And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\n  They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n  Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n  And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\n  My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n  And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n  I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n  And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n  But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n  And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n  And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n  I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\n  But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  That's the way I wished my family lived\n  But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n  I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\n  I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\n  Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n  To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\n  Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  For your eyes only\n"},{"id":35894803,"name":"4 Your Eyez Only","trackName":"4 Your Eyez Only","artistName":"J. Cole","albumName":"4 Your Eyez Only","duration":260.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nFor your eyes only\n(For your eyes)\nFor your eyes only, for your eyes only\n(For your eyes)\nFor your eyes only\n\nHey\nNiggas be dying on the daily\nIt seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\nCan't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\nControl the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\nFull of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\nAin't no coming back, family dressed in black\nPlus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n\nAnd my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\nLike I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\nLike I ain't out in the field like that\nI might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\nDespite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\nScreaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\nThat's what you call it\nAin't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\nThis is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\nI try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\nBut these felonies be making life the hardest\nResisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\nOr run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\nThat's why I write this sonnet\nIf the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\nPlay this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nYou're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\nIf you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\nIn the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\nBut because you still alive\nHe got me praying that the spiritual is real\nSo I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\nSo I know how part of you feels\nMaybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\nLife goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\nI hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\nAnd fiends that smoke rocks\nI've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\nI'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\nNow I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\nDon't know if I ever had a chance\nAt a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\nBut Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\nInnocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\nMy Pops shot up, drug related\nMama addicted\nSo Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\nBlood was staining the concrete\nOlder niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\nThat slow money, picked up the family business\nBy the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n'Round the same time you came in this world\nMe and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\nI told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\nFor the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\nI was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\nThis crooked ass system set for me\nAnd now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\nThe one that set examples that was never set for me\nI'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\nAnd if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nIn several ways I could've went out, too many to count\nWas it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\nWas it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\nNiggas don't know how to act in a drought\nSee baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\nMy views misshaped by new mixtapes\nThat confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\nThat real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\nThey just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\nAnd if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\nI was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\nDucking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\nI pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\nMuch broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\nInto a box, where your son don't even know his pops\nAnd the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\nMy worst fear is one day that you come home from school\nAnd see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\nI got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\nAnd sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\nBut maybe there's a chance that it's not\nAnd this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\nAnd I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\nI love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nOne day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\nWhat he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\nI tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\nBut I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\nHe said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\nWhen times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\nI dealt with the repercussions of my actions\nI know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\nBut that shit was in my blood, you know my life\nI know your momma nigga, send my love\nIn case I never get a chance to speak again\nI won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\nThat's the way I wished my family lived\nBut my granny crib was in the 'jects\nI had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\nHe said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\nBut I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\nI got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\nWith that said I'm proud to say I was a father\nWrite my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\nAnd so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\nDon't you ever scratch or disrespect it\nThis perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\nI dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\nAffected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\nThat sent your pops to prison when he needed education\nSometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\nAlthough that means that I would never be brought into this world\n'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\nTo take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\nBarely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\nGirl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\nNot because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\nNot because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\nNot 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\nNow your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\nNot because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\nNot because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\nYour daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\nFor your eyes only","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.76] Yeah\n[00:07.39] For your eyes only\n[00:10.42] (For your eyes)\n[00:13.58] For your eyes only, for your eyes only\n[00:19.48] (For your eyes)\n[00:22.46] For your eyes only\n[00:24.13] Hey\n[00:24.83] Niggas be dying on the daily\n[00:26.74] It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\n[00:30.87] Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\n[00:33.75] Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n[00:36.99] 'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\n[00:40.18] Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\n[00:43.43] Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black\n[00:45.86] Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n[00:49.80] And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\n[00:52.77] Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\n[00:55.88] Like I ain't out in the field like that\n[00:58.01] I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\n[01:01.07] Despite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\n[01:04.20] Screaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\n[01:06.46] That's what you call it\n[01:07.44] Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\n[01:11.25] This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n[01:13.77] I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\n[01:16.98] But these felonies be making life the hardest\n[01:19.05] Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\n[01:22.27] Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n[01:25.27] That's why I write this sonnet\n[01:26.68] If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n[01:29.73] Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n[01:33.33] (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n[01:36.68] (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n[01:39.36] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:42.62] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:45.67] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:48.62] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:51.76] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:54.90] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:58.07] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[02:01.03] For your eyes only\n[02:02.16] You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n[02:05.16] If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n[02:08.91] In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n[02:12.19] But because you still alive\n[02:13.33] He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n[02:16.13] So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n[02:19.27] So I know how part of you feels\n[02:21.12] Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n[02:24.23] Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n[02:27.34] I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n[02:29.93] And fiends that smoke rocks\n[02:31.39] I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n[02:33.70] I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n[02:36.39] Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n[02:39.86] Don't know if I ever had a chance\n[02:42.06] At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n[02:45.83] But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n[02:49.04] Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n[02:51.84] My Pops shot up, drug related\n[02:54.12] Mama addicted\n[02:55.07] So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n[02:58.18] Blood was staining the concrete\n[03:00.00] Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n[03:04.24] That slow money, picked up the family business\n[03:07.00] By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n[03:10.77] 'Round the same time you came in this world\n[03:13.46] Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n[03:16.47] I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n[03:19.87] For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n[03:22.73] I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n[03:25.90] This crooked ass system set for me\n[03:28.23] And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n[03:31.30] The one that set examples that was never set for me\n[03:34.32] I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n[03:38.33] And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n[03:42.74] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:45.74] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:48.61] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:51.66] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:54.88] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:58.06] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[04:01.09] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[04:04.07] For your eyes only\n[04:05.95] In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n[04:08.88] Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n[04:12.14] Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n[04:15.82] Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n[04:18.02] See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n[04:22.18] My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n[04:24.38] That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n[04:27.34] That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n[04:30.56] They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n[04:33.46] And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n[04:36.34] I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n[04:40.11] Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n[04:42.86] I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n[04:45.91] Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n[04:49.07] Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n[04:51.93] And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n[04:55.28] My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n[04:58.11] And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n[05:01.34] I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n[05:04.62] And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n[05:07.51] But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n[05:09.86] And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n[05:13.56] And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n[05:16.95] I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n[05:19.71] For your eyes only\n[05:20.88] For your eyes\n[05:22.62] For your eyes only\n[05:27.58] \n[05:32.59] For your eyes\n[05:34.83] For your eyes only\n[05:39.72] For your eyes do you understand?\n[05:42.57] For your eyes only\n[05:46.79] \n[06:09.29] One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n[06:12.60] What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n[06:15.31] I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n[06:18.02] But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n[06:21.32] He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n[06:25.30] When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n[06:28.99] I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n[06:31.46] I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n[06:33.86] But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n[06:36.44] I know your momma nigga, send my love\n[06:38.71] In case I never get a chance to speak again\n[06:41.17] I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n[06:43.91] That's the way I wished my family lived\n[06:45.82] But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n[06:47.94] I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n[06:52.04] He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n[06:55.31] But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n[06:59.65] I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n[07:04.18] With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n[07:07.43] Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n[07:11.76] And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n[07:14.85] Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n[07:16.59] This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n[07:20.02] I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n[07:23.06] Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n[07:26.07] That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n[07:29.15] Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n[07:32.26] Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n[07:35.90] 'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n[07:38.97] To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n[07:41.93] Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n[07:46.50] Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n[07:49.87] Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n[07:52.85] Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n[07:55.82] Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n[07:58.90] Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n[08:02.05] Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n[08:04.81] Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n[08:08.37] Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n[08:11.21] For your eyes only\n[08:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 4 Your Eyez Only\n  artist: J. 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don't know how to act in a drought\n  start_ms: 255820\n  end_ms: 258020\n- text: See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  start_ms: 258020\n  end_ms: 262180\n- text: My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  start_ms: 262180\n  end_ms: 264380\n- text: That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  start_ms: 264380\n  end_ms: 267340\n- text: That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n  start_ms: 267340\n  end_ms: 270560\n- text: They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  start_ms: 270560\n  end_ms: 273460\n- text: And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  start_ms: 273460\n  end_ms: 276340\n- text: I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  start_ms: 276340\n  end_ms: 280110\n- text: Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  start_ms: 280110\n  end_ms: 282860\n- text: I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  start_ms: 282860\n  end_ms: 285910\n- text: Much 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end_ms: 378020\n- text: But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  start_ms: 378020\n  end_ms: 381320\n- text: He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  start_ms: 381320\n  end_ms: 385300\n- text: When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  start_ms: 385300\n  end_ms: 388990\n- text: I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  start_ms: 388990\n  end_ms: 391460\n- text: I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n  start_ms: 391460\n  end_ms: 393860\n- text: But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  start_ms: 393860\n  end_ms: 396440\n- text: I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  start_ms: 396440\n  end_ms: 398710\n- text: In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  start_ms: 398710\n  end_ms: 401170\n- text: I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  start_ms: 401170\n  end_ms: 403910\n- text: That's the way I wished my family lived\n  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Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  start_ms: 407940\n  end_ms: 412040\n- text: He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  start_ms: 412040\n  end_ms: 415310\n- text: But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n  start_ms: 415310\n  end_ms: 419650\n- text: I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  start_ms: 419650\n  end_ms: 424180\n- text: With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  start_ms: 424180\n  end_ms: 427430\n- text: Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  start_ms: 427430\n  end_ms: 431760\n- text: And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  start_ms: 431760\n  end_ms: 434850\n- text: Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  start_ms: 434850\n  end_ms: 436590\n- text: This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  start_ms: 436590\n  end_ms: 440020\n- text: I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n  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Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n  That's why I write this sonnet\n  If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n  Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n  If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n  In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n  But because you still alive\n  He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n  So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n  So I know how part of you feels\n  Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n  Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\n  I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n  And fiends that smoke rocks\n  I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n  I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n  Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n  Don't know if I ever had a chance\n  At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n  But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n  Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\n  My Pops shot up, drug related\n  Mama addicted\n  So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n  Blood was staining the concrete\n  Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n  That slow money, picked up the family business\n  By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n  'Round the same time you came in this world\n  Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\n  I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n  For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n  I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n  This crooked ass system set for me\n  And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n  The one that set examples that was never set for me\n  I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n  And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\n  They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n  Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n  And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\n  My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n  And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n  I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n  And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n  But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n  And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n  And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n  I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\n  But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  That's the way I wished my family lived\n  But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n  I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\n  I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\n  Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n  To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\n  Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  For your eyes only\n"},{"id":35894876,"name":"4 Your Eyez Only","trackName":"4 Your Eyez Only","artistName":"J. 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not even sure if I believe in God\nBut because you still alive\nHe got me praying that the spiritual is real\nSo I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\nSo I know how part of you feels\nMaybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\nLife goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\nI hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\nAnd fiends that smoke rocks\nI've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\nI'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\nNow I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\nDon't know if I ever had a chance\nAt a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\nBut Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\nInnocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\nMy Pops shot up, drug related\nMama addicted\nSo Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\nBlood was staining the concrete\nOlder niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\nThat slow money, picked up the family 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badges give clout?\nWas it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\nNiggas don't know how to act in a drought\nSee baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\nMy views misshaped by new mixtapes\nThat confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\nThat real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\nThey just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\nAnd if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\nI was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\nDucking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\nI pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\nMuch broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\nInto a box, where your son don't even know his pops\nAnd the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\nMy worst fear is one day that you come home from school\nAnd see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\nI got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\nAnd sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\nBut maybe there's a chance that it's not\nAnd this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\nAnd I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\nI love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nOne day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\nWhat he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\nI tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\nBut I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\nHe said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\nWhen times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\nI dealt with the repercussions of my actions\nI know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\nBut that shit was in my blood, you know my life\nI know your momma nigga, send my love\nIn case I never get a chance to speak again\nI won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\nThat's the way I wished my family lived\nBut my granny crib was in the 'jects\nI had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\nHe said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\nBut I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\nI got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\nWith that said I'm proud to say I was a father\nWrite my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\nAnd so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\nDon't you ever scratch or disrespect it\nThis perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\nI dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\nAffected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\nThat sent your pops to prison when he needed education\nSometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\nAlthough that means that I would never be brought into this world\n'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\nTo take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\nBarely one years old, now it's thirty years later 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text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 99360\n  end_ms: 102620\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 102620\n  end_ms: 105670\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 105670\n  end_ms: 108620\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 108620\n  end_ms: 111760\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 111760\n  end_ms: 114900\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 114900\n  end_ms: 118070\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 118070\n  end_ms: 121030\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 121030\n  end_ms: 122160\n- text: You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n  start_ms: 122160\n  end_ms: 125160\n- text: If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n  start_ms: 125160\n  end_ms: 128910\n- text: In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n  start_ms: 128910\n  end_ms: 132190\n- text: But because you still alive\n  start_ms: 132190\n  end_ms: 133330\n- text: He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n  start_ms: 133330\n  end_ms: 136130\n- text: So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n  start_ms: 136130\n  end_ms: 139270\n- text: So I know how part of you feels\n  start_ms: 139270\n  end_ms: 141120\n- text: Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n  start_ms: 141120\n  end_ms: 144230\n- text: Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n  start_ms: 144230\n  end_ms: 147340\n- text: I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n  start_ms: 147340\n  end_ms: 149930\n- text: And fiends that smoke rocks\n  start_ms: 149930\n  end_ms: 151390\n- text: I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n  start_ms: 151390\n  end_ms: 153700\n- text: I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n  start_ms: 153700\n  end_ms: 156390\n- text: Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n  start_ms: 156390\n  end_ms: 159860\n- text: Don't know if I ever had a chance\n  start_ms: 159860\n  end_ms: 162060\n- text: At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n  start_ms: 162060\n  end_ms: 165830\n- text: But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n  start_ms: 165830\n  end_ms: 169040\n- text: Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n  start_ms: 169040\n  end_ms: 171840\n- text: My Pops shot up, drug related\n  start_ms: 171840\n  end_ms: 174120\n- text: Mama addicted\n  start_ms: 174120\n  end_ms: 175070\n- text: So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n  start_ms: 175070\n  end_ms: 178180\n- text: Blood was staining the concrete\n  start_ms: 178180\n  end_ms: 180000\n- text: Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n  start_ms: 180000\n  end_ms: 184240\n- text: That slow money, picked up the family business\n  start_ms: 184240\n  end_ms: 187000\n- text: By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n  start_ms: 187000\n  end_ms: 190770\n- text: '''Round the same time you came in this world'\n  start_ms: 190770\n  end_ms: 193460\n- text: Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n  start_ms: 193460\n  end_ms: 196470\n- text: I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n  start_ms: 196470\n  end_ms: 199870\n- text: For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n  start_ms: 199870\n  end_ms: 202730\n- text: I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n  start_ms: 202730\n  end_ms: 205900\n- text: This crooked ass system set for me\n  start_ms: 205900\n  end_ms: 208230\n- text: And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n  start_ms: 208230\n  end_ms: 211300\n- text: The one that set examples that was never set for me\n  start_ms: 211300\n  end_ms: 214320\n- text: I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n  start_ms: 214320\n  end_ms: 218330\n- text: And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n  start_ms: 218330\n  end_ms: 222740\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 222740\n  end_ms: 225740\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 225740\n  end_ms: 228610\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 228610\n  end_ms: 231660\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 231660\n  end_ms: 234880\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 234880\n  end_ms: 238060\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 238060\n  end_ms: 241090\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 241090\n  end_ms: 244070\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 244070\n  end_ms: 245950\n- text: In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  start_ms: 245950\n  end_ms: 248880\n- text: Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  start_ms: 248880\n  end_ms: 252140\n- text: Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  start_ms: 252140\n  end_ms: 255820\n- text: Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  start_ms: 255820\n  end_ms: 258020\n- text: See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  start_ms: 258020\n  end_ms: 262180\n- text: My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  start_ms: 262180\n  end_ms: 264380\n- text: That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  start_ms: 264380\n  end_ms: 267340\n- text: That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n  start_ms: 267340\n  end_ms: 270560\n- text: They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  start_ms: 270560\n  end_ms: 273460\n- text: And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  start_ms: 273460\n  end_ms: 276340\n- text: I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  start_ms: 276340\n  end_ms: 280110\n- text: Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  start_ms: 280110\n  end_ms: 282860\n- text: I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  start_ms: 282860\n  end_ms: 285910\n- text: Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n  start_ms: 285910\n  end_ms: 289070\n- text: Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n  start_ms: 289070\n  end_ms: 291930\n- text: And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n  start_ms: 291930\n  end_ms: 295280\n- text: My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n  start_ms: 295280\n  end_ms: 298110\n- text: And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n  start_ms: 298110\n  end_ms: 301340\n- text: I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n  start_ms: 301340\n  end_ms: 304620\n- text: And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n  start_ms: 304620\n  end_ms: 307510\n- text: But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n  start_ms: 307510\n  end_ms: 309860\n- text: And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n  start_ms: 309860\n  end_ms: 313560\n- text: And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n  start_ms: 313560\n  end_ms: 316950\n- text: I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n  start_ms: 316950\n  end_ms: 319710\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 319710\n  end_ms: 320880\n- text: For your eyes\n  start_ms: 320880\n  end_ms: 322620\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 322620\n  end_ms: 327580\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 327580\n  end_ms: 332590\n- text: For your eyes\n  start_ms: 332590\n  end_ms: 334830\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 334830\n  end_ms: 339720\n- text: For your eyes do you understand?\n  start_ms: 339720\n  end_ms: 342570\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 342570\n  end_ms: 346790\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 346790\n  end_ms: 369290\n- text: One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  start_ms: 369290\n  end_ms: 372600\n- text: What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  start_ms: 372600\n  end_ms: 375310\n- text: I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  start_ms: 375310\n  end_ms: 378020\n- text: But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  start_ms: 378020\n  end_ms: 381320\n- text: He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  start_ms: 381320\n  end_ms: 385300\n- text: When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  start_ms: 385300\n  end_ms: 388990\n- text: I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  start_ms: 388990\n  end_ms: 391460\n- text: I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n  start_ms: 391460\n  end_ms: 393860\n- text: But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  start_ms: 393860\n  end_ms: 396440\n- text: I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  start_ms: 396440\n  end_ms: 398710\n- text: In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  start_ms: 398710\n  end_ms: 401170\n- text: I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  start_ms: 401170\n  end_ms: 403910\n- text: That's the way I wished my family lived\n  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Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  start_ms: 407940\n  end_ms: 412040\n- text: He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  start_ms: 412040\n  end_ms: 415310\n- text: But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n  start_ms: 415310\n  end_ms: 419650\n- text: I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  start_ms: 419650\n  end_ms: 424180\n- text: With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  start_ms: 424180\n  end_ms: 427430\n- text: Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  start_ms: 427430\n  end_ms: 431760\n- text: And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  start_ms: 431760\n  end_ms: 434850\n- text: Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  start_ms: 434850\n  end_ms: 436590\n- text: This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  start_ms: 436590\n  end_ms: 440020\n- text: I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n  start_ms: 440020\n  end_ms: 443060\n- text: Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  start_ms: 443060\n  end_ms: 446070\n- text: That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  start_ms: 446070\n  end_ms: 449150\n- text: Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  start_ms: 449150\n  end_ms: 452260\n- text: Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  start_ms: 452260\n  end_ms: 455900\n- text: '''Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl'\n  start_ms: 455900\n  end_ms: 458970\n- text: To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  start_ms: 458970\n  end_ms: 461930\n- text: Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  start_ms: 461930\n  end_ms: 466500\n- text: Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  start_ms: 466500\n  end_ms: 469870\n- text: Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n  start_ms: 469870\n  end_ms: 472850\n- text: Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  start_ms: 472850\n  end_ms: 475820\n- text: Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  start_ms: 475820\n  end_ms: 478900\n- text: Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  start_ms: 478900\n  end_ms: 482050\n- text: Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  start_ms: 482050\n  end_ms: 484810\n- text: Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  start_ms: 484810\n  end_ms: 488370\n- text: Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  start_ms: 488370\n  end_ms: 491210\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 491210\n  end_ms: 492060\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 492060\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  For your eyes only\n  (For your eyes)\n  For your eyes only, for your eyes only\n  (For your eyes)\n  For your eyes only\n\n  Hey\n  Niggas be dying on the daily\n  It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\n  Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\n  Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n  'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\n  Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\n  Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black\n  Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n\n  And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\n  Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\n  Like I ain't out in the field like that\n  I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\n  Despite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\n  Screaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\n  That's what you call it\n  Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\n  This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\n  I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\n  But these felonies be making life the hardest\n  Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\n  Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n  That's why I write this sonnet\n  If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n  Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n  If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n  In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n  But because you still alive\n  He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n  So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n  So I know how part of you feels\n  Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n  Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\n  I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n  And fiends that smoke rocks\n  I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n  I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n  Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n  Don't know if I ever had a chance\n  At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n  But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n  Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\n  My Pops shot up, drug related\n  Mama addicted\n  So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n  Blood was staining the concrete\n  Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n  That slow money, picked up the family business\n  By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n  'Round the same time you came in this world\n  Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\n  I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n  For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n  I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n  This crooked ass system set for me\n  And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n  The one that set examples that was never set for me\n  I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n  And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\n  They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n  Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n  And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\n  My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n  And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n  I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n  And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n  But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n  And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n  And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n  I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\n  But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  That's the way I wished my family lived\n  But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n  I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\n  I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\n  Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n  To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\n  Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  For your eyes only\n"},{"id":35894905,"name":"4 Your Eyez Only","trackName":"4 Your Eyez Only","artistName":"J. 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got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\nThis is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\nI try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\nBut these felonies be making life the hardest\nResisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\nOr run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\nThat's why I write this sonnet\nIf the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\nPlay this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nYou're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\nIf you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\nIn the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\nBut because you still alive\nHe got me praying that the spiritual is real\nSo I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\nSo I know how part of you feels\nMaybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\nLife goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\nI hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\nAnd fiends that smoke rocks\nI've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\nI'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\nNow I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\nDon't know if I ever had a chance\nAt a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\nBut Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\nInnocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\nMy Pops shot up, drug related\nMama addicted\nSo Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\nBlood was staining the concrete\nOlder niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\nThat slow money, picked up the family business\nBy the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n'Round the same time you came in this world\nMe and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\nI told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\nFor the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\nI was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\nThis crooked ass system set for me\nAnd now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\nThe one that set examples that was never set for me\nI'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\nAnd if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nIn several ways I could've went out, too many to count\nWas it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\nWas it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\nNiggas don't know how to act in a drought\nSee baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\nMy views misshaped by new mixtapes\nThat confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\nThat real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\nThey just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\nAnd if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\nI was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\nDucking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\nI pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\nMuch broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\nInto a box, where your son don't even know his pops\nAnd the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\nMy worst fear is one day that you come home from school\nAnd see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\nI got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\nAnd sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\nBut maybe there's a chance that it's not\nAnd this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\nAnd I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\nI love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nOne day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\nWhat he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\nI tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\nBut I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\nHe said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\nWhen times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\nI dealt with the repercussions of my actions\nI know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\nBut that shit was in my blood, you know my life\nI know your momma nigga, send my love\nIn case I never get a chance to speak again\nI won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\nThat's the way I wished my family lived\nBut my granny crib was in the 'jects\nI had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\nHe said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\nBut I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\nI got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\nWith that said I'm proud to say I was a father\nWrite my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\nAnd so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\nDon't you ever scratch or disrespect it\nThis perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\nI dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\nAffected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\nThat sent your pops to prison when he needed education\nSometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\nAlthough that means that I would never be brought into this world\n'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\nTo take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\nBarely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\nGirl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\nNot because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\nNot because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\nNot 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\nNow your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\nNot because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\nNot because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\nYour daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\nFor your eyes only","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.76] Yeah\n[00:07.39] For your eyes only\n[00:10.42] (For your eyes)\n[00:13.58] For your eyes only, for your eyes only\n[00:19.48] (For your eyes)\n[00:22.46] For your eyes only\n[00:24.13] Hey\n[00:24.83] Niggas be dying on the daily\n[00:26.74] It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\n[00:30.87] Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\n[00:33.75] Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n[00:36.99] 'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\n[00:40.18] Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\n[00:43.43] Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black\n[00:45.86] Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n[00:49.80] And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\n[00:52.77] Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\n[00:55.88] Like I ain't out in the field like that\n[00:58.01] I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\n[01:01.07] Despite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\n[01:04.20] Screaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\n[01:06.46] That's what you call it\n[01:07.44] Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\n[01:11.25] This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n[01:13.77] I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\n[01:16.98] But these felonies be making life the hardest\n[01:19.05] Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\n[01:22.27] Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n[01:25.27] That's why I write this sonnet\n[01:26.68] If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n[01:29.73] Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n[01:33.33] (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n[01:36.68] (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n[01:39.36] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:42.62] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:45.67] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:48.62] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:51.76] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:54.90] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:58.07] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[02:01.03] For your eyes only\n[02:02.16] You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n[02:05.16] If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n[02:08.91] In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n[02:12.19] But because you still alive\n[02:13.33] He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n[02:16.13] So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n[02:19.27] So I know how part of you feels\n[02:21.12] Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n[02:24.23] Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n[02:27.34] I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n[02:29.93] And fiends that smoke rocks\n[02:31.39] I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n[02:33.70] I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n[02:36.39] Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n[02:39.86] Don't know if I ever had a chance\n[02:42.06] At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n[02:45.83] But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n[02:49.04] Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n[02:51.84] My Pops shot up, drug related\n[02:54.12] Mama addicted\n[02:55.07] So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n[02:58.18] Blood was staining the concrete\n[03:00.00] Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n[03:04.24] That slow money, picked up the family business\n[03:07.00] By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n[03:10.77] 'Round the same time you came in this world\n[03:13.46] Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n[03:16.47] I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n[03:19.87] For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n[03:22.73] I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n[03:25.90] This crooked ass system set for me\n[03:28.23] And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n[03:31.30] The one that set examples that was never set for me\n[03:34.32] I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n[03:38.33] And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n[03:42.74] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:45.74] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:48.61] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:51.66] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:54.88] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:58.06] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[04:01.09] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[04:04.07] For your eyes only\n[04:05.95] In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n[04:08.88] Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n[04:12.14] Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n[04:15.82] Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n[04:18.02] See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n[04:22.18] My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n[04:24.38] That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n[04:27.34] That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n[04:30.56] They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n[04:33.46] And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n[04:36.34] I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n[04:40.11] Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n[04:42.86] I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n[04:45.91] Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n[04:49.07] Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n[04:51.93] And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n[04:55.28] My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n[04:58.11] And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n[05:01.34] I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n[05:04.62] And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n[05:07.51] But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n[05:09.86] And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n[05:13.56] And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n[05:16.95] I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n[05:19.71] For your eyes only\n[05:20.88] For your eyes\n[05:22.62] For your eyes only\n[05:27.58] \n[05:32.59] For your eyes\n[05:34.83] For your eyes only\n[05:39.72] For your eyes do you understand?\n[05:42.57] For your eyes only\n[05:46.79] \n[06:09.29] One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n[06:12.60] What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n[06:15.31] I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n[06:18.02] But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n[06:21.32] He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n[06:25.30] When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n[06:28.99] I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n[06:31.46] I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n[06:33.86] But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n[06:36.44] I know your momma nigga, send my love\n[06:38.71] In case I never get a chance to speak again\n[06:41.17] I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n[06:43.91] That's the way I wished my family lived\n[06:45.82] But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n[06:47.94] I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n[06:52.04] He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n[06:55.31] But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n[06:59.65] I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n[07:04.18] With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n[07:07.43] Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n[07:11.76] And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n[07:14.85] Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n[07:16.59] This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n[07:20.02] I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n[07:23.06] Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n[07:26.07] That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n[07:29.15] Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n[07:32.26] Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n[07:35.90] 'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n[07:38.97] To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n[07:41.93] Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n[07:46.50] Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n[07:49.87] Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n[07:52.85] Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n[07:55.82] Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n[07:58.90] Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n[08:02.05] Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n[08:04.81] Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n[08:08.37] Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n[08:11.21] For your eyes only\n[08:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 4 Your Eyez Only\n  artist: J. 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222740\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 222740\n  end_ms: 225740\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 225740\n  end_ms: 228610\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 228610\n  end_ms: 231660\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 231660\n  end_ms: 234880\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 234880\n  end_ms: 238060\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 238060\n  end_ms: 241090\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 241090\n  end_ms: 244070\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 244070\n  end_ms: 245950\n- text: In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  start_ms: 245950\n  end_ms: 248880\n- text: Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  start_ms: 248880\n  end_ms: 252140\n- text: Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  start_ms: 252140\n  end_ms: 255820\n- text: Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  start_ms: 255820\n  end_ms: 258020\n- text: See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  start_ms: 258020\n  end_ms: 262180\n- text: My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  start_ms: 262180\n  end_ms: 264380\n- text: That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  start_ms: 264380\n  end_ms: 267340\n- text: That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n  start_ms: 267340\n  end_ms: 270560\n- text: They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  start_ms: 270560\n  end_ms: 273460\n- text: And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  start_ms: 273460\n  end_ms: 276340\n- text: I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  start_ms: 276340\n  end_ms: 280110\n- text: Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  start_ms: 280110\n  end_ms: 282860\n- text: I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  start_ms: 282860\n  end_ms: 285910\n- text: Much 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shoes\n  start_ms: 313560\n  end_ms: 316950\n- text: I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n  start_ms: 316950\n  end_ms: 319710\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 319710\n  end_ms: 320880\n- text: For your eyes\n  start_ms: 320880\n  end_ms: 322620\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 322620\n  end_ms: 327580\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 327580\n  end_ms: 332590\n- text: For your eyes\n  start_ms: 332590\n  end_ms: 334830\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 334830\n  end_ms: 339720\n- text: For your eyes do you understand?\n  start_ms: 339720\n  end_ms: 342570\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 342570\n  end_ms: 346790\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 346790\n  end_ms: 369290\n- text: One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  start_ms: 369290\n  end_ms: 372600\n- text: What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  start_ms: 372600\n  end_ms: 375310\n- text: I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  start_ms: 375310\n  end_ms: 378020\n- text: But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  start_ms: 378020\n  end_ms: 381320\n- text: He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  start_ms: 381320\n  end_ms: 385300\n- text: When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  start_ms: 385300\n  end_ms: 388990\n- text: I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  start_ms: 388990\n  end_ms: 391460\n- text: I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n  start_ms: 391460\n  end_ms: 393860\n- text: But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  start_ms: 393860\n  end_ms: 396440\n- text: I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  start_ms: 396440\n  end_ms: 398710\n- text: In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  start_ms: 398710\n  end_ms: 401170\n- text: I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  start_ms: 401170\n  end_ms: 403910\n- text: That's the way I wished my family lived\n  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Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  start_ms: 407940\n  end_ms: 412040\n- text: He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  start_ms: 412040\n  end_ms: 415310\n- text: But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n  start_ms: 415310\n  end_ms: 419650\n- text: I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  start_ms: 419650\n  end_ms: 424180\n- text: With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  start_ms: 424180\n  end_ms: 427430\n- text: Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  start_ms: 427430\n  end_ms: 431760\n- text: And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  start_ms: 431760\n  end_ms: 434850\n- text: Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  start_ms: 434850\n  end_ms: 436590\n- text: This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  start_ms: 436590\n  end_ms: 440020\n- text: I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n  start_ms: 440020\n  end_ms: 443060\n- text: Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  start_ms: 443060\n  end_ms: 446070\n- text: That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  start_ms: 446070\n  end_ms: 449150\n- text: Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  start_ms: 449150\n  end_ms: 452260\n- text: Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  start_ms: 452260\n  end_ms: 455900\n- text: '''Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl'\n  start_ms: 455900\n  end_ms: 458970\n- text: To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  start_ms: 458970\n  end_ms: 461930\n- text: Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  start_ms: 461930\n  end_ms: 466500\n- text: Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  start_ms: 466500\n  end_ms: 469870\n- text: Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n  start_ms: 469870\n  end_ms: 472850\n- text: Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  start_ms: 472850\n  end_ms: 475820\n- text: Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  start_ms: 475820\n  end_ms: 478900\n- text: Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  start_ms: 478900\n  end_ms: 482050\n- text: Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  start_ms: 482050\n  end_ms: 484810\n- text: Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  start_ms: 484810\n  end_ms: 488370\n- text: Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  start_ms: 488370\n  end_ms: 491210\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 491210\n  end_ms: 492060\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 492060\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  For your eyes only\n  (For your eyes)\n  For your eyes only, for your eyes only\n  (For your eyes)\n  For your eyes only\n\n  Hey\n  Niggas be dying on the daily\n  It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\n  Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\n  Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n  'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\n  Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\n  Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black\n  Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n\n  And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\n  Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\n  Like I ain't out in the field like that\n  I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\n  Despite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\n  Screaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\n  That's what you call it\n  Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\n  This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\n  I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\n  But these felonies be making life the hardest\n  Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\n  Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n  That's why I write this sonnet\n  If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n  Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n  If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n  In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n  But because you still alive\n  He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n  So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n  So I know how part of you feels\n  Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n  Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\n  I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n  And fiends that smoke rocks\n  I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n  I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n  Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n  Don't know if I ever had a chance\n  At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n  But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n  Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\n  My Pops shot up, drug related\n  Mama addicted\n  So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n  Blood was staining the concrete\n  Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n  That slow money, picked up the family business\n  By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n  'Round the same time you came in this world\n  Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\n  I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n  For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n  I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n  This crooked ass system set for me\n  And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n  The one that set examples that was never set for me\n  I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n  And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\n  They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n  Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n  And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\n  My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n  And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n  I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n  And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n  But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n  And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n  And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n  I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\n  But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  That's the way I wished my family lived\n  But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n  I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\n  I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\n  Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n  To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\n  Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  For your eyes only\n"},{"id":35894754,"name":"4 Your Eyez Only","trackName":"4 Your Eyez Only","artistName":"J. Cole","albumName":"4 Your Eyez Only","duration":80.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nFor your eyes only\n(For your eyes)\nFor your eyes only, for your eyes only\n(For your eyes)\nFor your eyes only\n\nHey\nNiggas be dying on the daily\nIt seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\nCan't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\nControl the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\nFull of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\nAin't no coming back, family dressed in black\nPlus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n\nAnd my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\nLike I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\nLike I ain't out in the field like that\nI might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\nDespite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\nScreaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\nThat's what you call it\nAin't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\nThis is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\nI try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\nBut these felonies be making life the hardest\nResisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\nOr run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\nThat's why I write this sonnet\nIf the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\nPlay this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nYou're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\nIf you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\nIn the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\nBut because you still alive\nHe got me praying that the spiritual is real\nSo I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\nSo I know how part of you feels\nMaybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\nLife goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\nI hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\nAnd fiends that smoke rocks\nI've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\nI'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\nNow I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\nDon't know if I ever had a chance\nAt a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\nBut Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\nInnocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\nMy Pops shot up, drug related\nMama addicted\nSo Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\nBlood was staining the concrete\nOlder niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\nThat slow money, picked up the family business\nBy the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n'Round the same time you came in this world\nMe and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\nI told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\nFor the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\nI was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\nThis crooked ass system set for me\nAnd now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\nThe one that set examples that was never set for me\nI'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\nAnd if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nIn several ways I could've went out, too many to count\nWas it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\nWas it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\nNiggas don't know how to act in a drought\nSee baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\nMy views misshaped by new mixtapes\nThat confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\nThat real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\nThey just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\nAnd if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\nI was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\nDucking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\nI pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\nMuch broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\nInto a box, where your son don't even know his pops\nAnd the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\nMy worst fear is one day that you come home from school\nAnd see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\nI got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\nAnd sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\nBut maybe there's a chance that it's not\nAnd this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\nAnd I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\nI love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nOne day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\nWhat he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\nI tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\nBut I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\nHe said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\nWhen times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\nI dealt with the repercussions of my actions\nI know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\nBut that shit was in my blood, you know my life\nI know your momma nigga, send my love\nIn case I never get a chance to speak again\nI won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\nThat's the way I wished my family lived\nBut my granny crib was in the 'jects\nI had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\nHe said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\nBut I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\nI got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\nWith that said I'm proud to say I was a father\nWrite my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\nAnd so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\nDon't you ever scratch or disrespect it\nThis perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\nI dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\nAffected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\nThat sent your pops to prison when he needed education\nSometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\nAlthough that means that I would never be brought into this world\n'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\nTo take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\nBarely one years old, now it's thirty years later 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and swipe a wallet\n[01:22.27] Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n[01:25.27] That's why I write this sonnet\n[01:26.68] If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n[01:29.73] Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n[01:33.33] (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n[01:36.68] (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n[01:39.36] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:42.62] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:45.67] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:48.62] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:51.76] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:54.90] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:58.07] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[02:01.03] For your eyes only\n[02:02.16] You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n[02:05.16] If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n[02:08.91] In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n[02:12.19] But because you still alive\n[02:13.33] He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n[02:16.13] So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n[02:19.27] So I know how part of you feels\n[02:21.12] Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n[02:24.23] Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n[02:27.34] I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n[02:29.93] And fiends that smoke rocks\n[02:31.39] I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n[02:33.70] I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n[02:36.39] Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n[02:39.86] Don't know if I ever had a chance\n[02:42.06] At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n[02:45.83] But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n[02:49.04] Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n[02:51.84] My Pops shot up, drug related\n[02:54.12] Mama addicted\n[02:55.07] So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n[02:58.18] Blood was staining the concrete\n[03:00.00] Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n[03:04.24] That slow money, picked up the family business\n[03:07.00] By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n[03:10.77] 'Round the same time you came in this world\n[03:13.46] Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n[03:16.47] I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n[03:19.87] For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n[03:22.73] I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n[03:25.90] This crooked ass system set for me\n[03:28.23] And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n[03:31.30] The one that set examples that was never set for me\n[03:34.32] I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n[03:38.33] And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n[03:42.74] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:45.74] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:48.61] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:51.66] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:54.88] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:58.06] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[04:01.09] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[04:04.07] For your eyes only\n[04:05.95] In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n[04:08.88] Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n[04:12.14] Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n[04:15.82] Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n[04:18.02] See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n[04:22.18] My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n[04:24.38] That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n[04:27.34] That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n[04:30.56] They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n[04:33.46] And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n[04:36.34] I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n[04:40.11] Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n[04:42.86] I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n[04:45.91] Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n[04:49.07] Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n[04:51.93] And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n[04:55.28] My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n[04:58.11] And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n[05:01.34] I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n[05:04.62] And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n[05:07.51] But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n[05:09.86] And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n[05:13.56] And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n[05:16.95] I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n[05:19.71] For your eyes only\n[05:20.88] For your eyes\n[05:22.62] For your eyes only\n[05:27.58] \n[05:32.59] For your eyes\n[05:34.83] For your eyes only\n[05:39.72] For your eyes do you understand?\n[05:42.57] For your eyes only\n[05:46.79] \n[06:09.29] One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n[06:12.60] What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n[06:15.31] I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n[06:18.02] But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n[06:21.32] He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n[06:25.30] When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n[06:28.99] I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n[06:31.46] I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n[06:33.86] But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n[06:36.44] I know your momma nigga, send my love\n[06:38.71] In case I never get a chance to speak again\n[06:41.17] I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n[06:43.91] That's the way I wished my family lived\n[06:45.82] But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n[06:47.94] I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n[06:52.04] He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n[06:55.31] But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n[06:59.65] I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n[07:04.18] With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n[07:07.43] Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n[07:11.76] And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n[07:14.85] Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n[07:16.59] This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n[07:20.02] I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n[07:23.06] Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n[07:26.07] That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n[07:29.15] Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n[07:32.26] Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n[07:35.90] 'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n[07:38.97] To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n[07:41.93] Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n[07:46.50] Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n[07:49.87] Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n[07:52.85] Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n[07:55.82] Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n[07:58.90] Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n[08:02.05] Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n[08:04.81] Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n[08:08.37] Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n[08:11.21] For your eyes only\n[08:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 4 Your Eyez Only\n  artist: J. 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consequences deadly\n  Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\n  Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n  'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\n  Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\n  Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black\n  Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n\n  And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\n  Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\n  Like I ain't out in the field like that\n  I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\n  Despite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\n  Screaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\n  That's what you call it\n  Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\n  This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\n  I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\n  But these felonies be making life the hardest\n  Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\n  Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n  That's why I write this sonnet\n  If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n  Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n  If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n  In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n  But because you still alive\n  He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n  So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n  So I know how part of you feels\n  Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n  Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\n  I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n  And fiends that smoke rocks\n  I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n  I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n  Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n  Don't know if I ever had a chance\n  At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n  But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n  Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\n  My Pops shot up, drug related\n  Mama addicted\n  So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n  Blood was staining the concrete\n  Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n  That slow money, picked up the family business\n  By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n  'Round the same time you came in this world\n  Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\n  I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n  For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n  I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n  This crooked ass system set for me\n  And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n  The one that set examples that was never set for me\n  I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n  And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\n  They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n  Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n  And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\n  My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n  And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n  I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n  And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n  But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n  And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n  And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n  I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\n  But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  That's the way I wished my family lived\n  But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n  I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\n  I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\n  Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n  To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\n  Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  For your eyes only\n"},{"id":35894879,"name":"4 Your Eyez Only","trackName":"4 Your Eyez Only","artistName":"J. 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not even sure if I believe in God\nBut because you still alive\nHe got me praying that the spiritual is real\nSo I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\nSo I know how part of you feels\nMaybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\nLife goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\nI hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\nAnd fiends that smoke rocks\nI've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\nI'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\nNow I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\nDon't know if I ever had a chance\nAt a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\nBut Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\nInnocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\nMy Pops shot up, drug related\nMama addicted\nSo Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\nBlood was staining the concrete\nOlder niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\nThat slow money, picked up the family 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alive\n[02:13.33] He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n[02:16.13] So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n[02:19.27] So I know how part of you feels\n[02:21.12] Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n[02:24.23] Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n[02:27.34] I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n[02:29.93] And fiends that smoke rocks\n[02:31.39] I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n[02:33.70] I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n[02:36.39] Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n[02:39.86] Don't know if I ever had a chance\n[02:42.06] At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n[02:45.83] But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n[02:49.04] Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n[02:51.84] My Pops shot up, drug related\n[02:54.12] Mama addicted\n[02:55.07] So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n[02:58.18] Blood was staining the concrete\n[03:00.00] Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n[03:04.24] That slow money, picked up the family business\n[03:07.00] By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n[03:10.77] 'Round the same time you came in this world\n[03:13.46] Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n[03:16.47] I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n[03:19.87] For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n[03:22.73] I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n[03:25.90] This crooked ass system set for me\n[03:28.23] And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n[03:31.30] The one that set examples that was never set for me\n[03:34.32] I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n[03:38.33] And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n[03:42.74] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:45.74] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:48.61] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:51.66] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:54.88] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:58.06] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[04:01.09] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[04:04.07] For your eyes only\n[04:05.95] In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n[04:08.88] Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n[04:12.14] Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n[04:15.82] Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n[04:18.02] See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n[04:22.18] My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n[04:24.38] That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n[04:27.34] That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n[04:30.56] They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n[04:33.46] And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n[04:36.34] I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n[04:40.11] Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n[04:42.86] I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n[04:45.91] Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n[04:49.07] Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n[04:51.93] And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n[04:55.28] My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n[04:58.11] And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n[05:01.34] I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n[05:04.62] And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n[05:07.51] But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n[05:09.86] And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n[05:13.56] And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n[05:16.95] I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n[05:19.71] For your eyes only\n[05:20.88] For your eyes\n[05:22.62] For your eyes only\n[05:27.58] \n[05:32.59] For your eyes\n[05:34.83] For your eyes only\n[05:39.72] For your eyes do you understand?\n[05:42.57] For your eyes only\n[05:46.79] \n[06:09.29] One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n[06:12.60] What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n[06:15.31] I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n[06:18.02] But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n[06:21.32] He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n[06:25.30] When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n[06:28.99] I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n[06:31.46] I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n[06:33.86] But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n[06:36.44] I know your momma nigga, send my love\n[06:38.71] In case I never get a chance to speak again\n[06:41.17] I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n[06:43.91] That's the way I wished my family lived\n[06:45.82] But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n[06:47.94] I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n[06:52.04] He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n[06:55.31] But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n[06:59.65] I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n[07:04.18] With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n[07:07.43] Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n[07:11.76] And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n[07:14.85] Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n[07:16.59] This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n[07:20.02] I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n[07:23.06] Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n[07:26.07] That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n[07:29.15] Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n[07:32.26] Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n[07:35.90] 'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n[07:38.97] To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n[07:41.93] Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n[07:46.50] Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n[07:49.87] Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n[07:52.85] Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n[07:55.82] Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n[07:58.90] Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n[08:02.05] Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n[08:04.81] Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n[08:08.37] Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n[08:11.21] For your eyes only\n[08:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 4 Your Eyez Only\n  artist: J. 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Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  start_ms: 407940\n  end_ms: 412040\n- text: He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  start_ms: 412040\n  end_ms: 415310\n- text: But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n  start_ms: 415310\n  end_ms: 419650\n- text: I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  start_ms: 419650\n  end_ms: 424180\n- text: With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  start_ms: 424180\n  end_ms: 427430\n- text: Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  start_ms: 427430\n  end_ms: 431760\n- text: And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  start_ms: 431760\n  end_ms: 434850\n- text: Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  start_ms: 434850\n  end_ms: 436590\n- text: This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  start_ms: 436590\n  end_ms: 440020\n- text: I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n  start_ms: 440020\n  end_ms: 443060\n- text: Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  start_ms: 443060\n  end_ms: 446070\n- text: That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  start_ms: 446070\n  end_ms: 449150\n- text: Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  start_ms: 449150\n  end_ms: 452260\n- text: Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  start_ms: 452260\n  end_ms: 455900\n- text: '''Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl'\n  start_ms: 455900\n  end_ms: 458970\n- text: To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  start_ms: 458970\n  end_ms: 461930\n- text: Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  start_ms: 461930\n  end_ms: 466500\n- text: Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  start_ms: 466500\n  end_ms: 469870\n- text: Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n  start_ms: 469870\n  end_ms: 472850\n- text: Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  start_ms: 472850\n  end_ms: 475820\n- text: Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  start_ms: 475820\n  end_ms: 478900\n- text: Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  start_ms: 478900\n  end_ms: 482050\n- text: Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  start_ms: 482050\n  end_ms: 484810\n- text: Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  start_ms: 484810\n  end_ms: 488370\n- text: Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  start_ms: 488370\n  end_ms: 491210\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 491210\n  end_ms: 492060\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 492060\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  For your eyes only\n  (For your eyes)\n  For your eyes only, for your eyes only\n  (For your eyes)\n  For your eyes only\n\n  Hey\n  Niggas be dying on the daily\n  It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\n  Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\n  Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n  'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\n  Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\n  Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black\n  Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n\n  And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\n  Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\n  Like I ain't out in the field like that\n  I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\n  Despite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\n  Screaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\n  That's what you call it\n  Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\n  This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\n  I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\n  But these felonies be making life the hardest\n  Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\n  Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n  That's why I write this sonnet\n  If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n  Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n  If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n  In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n  But because you still alive\n  He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n  So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n  So I know how part of you feels\n  Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n  Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\n  I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n  And fiends that smoke rocks\n  I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n  I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n  Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n  Don't know if I ever had a chance\n  At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n  But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n  Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\n  My Pops shot up, drug related\n  Mama addicted\n  So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n  Blood was staining the concrete\n  Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n  That slow money, picked up the family business\n  By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n  'Round the same time you came in this world\n  Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\n  I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n  For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n  I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n  This crooked ass system set for me\n  And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n  The one that set examples that was never set for me\n  I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n  And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\n  They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n  Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n  And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\n  My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n  And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n  I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n  And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n  But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n  And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n  And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n  I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\n  But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  That's the way I wished my family lived\n  But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n  I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\n  I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\n  Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n  To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\n  Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  For your eyes only\n"},{"id":35894902,"name":"4 Your Eyez Only","trackName":"4 Your Eyez Only","artistName":"J. Cole","albumName":"4 Your Eyez Only","duration":459.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nFor your eyes only\n(For your eyes)\nFor your eyes only, for your eyes only\n(For your eyes)\nFor your eyes only\n\nHey\nNiggas be dying on the daily\nIt seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\nCan't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\nControl the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\nFull of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\nAin't no coming back, family dressed in black\nPlus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n\nAnd my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\nLike I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\nLike I ain't out in the field like that\nI might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\nDespite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\nScreaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\nThat's what you call it\nAin't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\nThis is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\nI try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\nBut these felonies be making life the hardest\nResisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\nOr run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\nThat's why I write this sonnet\nIf the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\nPlay this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nYou're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\nIf you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\nIn the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\nBut because you still alive\nHe got me praying that the spiritual is real\nSo I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\nSo I know how part of you feels\nMaybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\nLife goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\nI hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\nAnd fiends that smoke rocks\nI've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\nI'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\nNow I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\nDon't know if I ever had a chance\nAt a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\nBut Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\nInnocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\nMy Pops shot up, drug related\nMama addicted\nSo Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\nBlood was staining the concrete\nOlder niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\nThat slow money, picked up the family business\nBy the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n'Round the same time you came in this world\nMe and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\nI told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\nFor the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\nI was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\nThis crooked ass system set for me\nAnd now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\nThe one that set examples that was never set for me\nI'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\nAnd if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nIn several ways I could've went out, too many to count\nWas it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\nWas it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\nNiggas don't know how to act in a drought\nSee baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\nMy views misshaped by new mixtapes\nThat confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\nThat real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\nThey just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\nAnd if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\nI was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\nDucking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\nI pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\nMuch broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\nInto a box, where your son don't even know his pops\nAnd the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\nMy worst fear is one day that you come home from school\nAnd see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\nI got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\nAnd sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\nBut maybe there's a chance that it's not\nAnd this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\nAnd I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\nI love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nOne day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\nWhat he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\nI tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\nBut I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\nHe said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\nWhen times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\nI dealt with the repercussions of my actions\nI know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\nBut that shit was in my blood, you know my life\nI know your momma nigga, send my love\nIn case I never get a chance to speak again\nI won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\nThat's the way I wished my family lived\nBut my granny crib was in the 'jects\nI had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\nHe said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\nBut I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\nI got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\nWith that said I'm proud to say I was a father\nWrite my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\nAnd so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\nDon't you ever scratch or disrespect it\nThis perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\nI dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\nAffected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\nThat sent your pops to prison when he needed education\nSometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\nAlthough that means that I would never be brought into this world\n'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\nTo take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\nBarely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\nGirl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\nNot because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\nNot because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\nNot 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\nNow your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\nNot because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\nNot because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\nYour daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\nFor your eyes only","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.76] Yeah\n[00:07.39] For your eyes only\n[00:10.42] (For your eyes)\n[00:13.58] For your eyes only, for your eyes only\n[00:19.48] (For your eyes)\n[00:22.46] For your eyes only\n[00:24.13] Hey\n[00:24.83] Niggas be dying on the daily\n[00:26.74] It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\n[00:30.87] Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\n[00:33.75] Control the block, serving up rocks and stay 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and swipe a wallet\n[01:22.27] Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n[01:25.27] That's why I write this sonnet\n[01:26.68] If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n[01:29.73] Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n[01:33.33] (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n[01:36.68] (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n[01:39.36] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:42.62] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:45.67] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:48.62] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:51.76] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:54.90] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:58.07] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[02:01.03] For your eyes only\n[02:02.16] You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n[02:05.16] If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n[02:08.91] In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n[02:12.19] But because you still alive\n[02:13.33] He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n[02:16.13] So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n[02:19.27] So I know how part of you feels\n[02:21.12] Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n[02:24.23] Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n[02:27.34] I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n[02:29.93] And fiends that smoke rocks\n[02:31.39] I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n[02:33.70] I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n[02:36.39] Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n[02:39.86] Don't know if I ever had a chance\n[02:42.06] At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n[02:45.83] But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n[02:49.04] Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n[02:51.84] My Pops shot up, drug related\n[02:54.12] Mama addicted\n[02:55.07] So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n[02:58.18] Blood was staining the concrete\n[03:00.00] Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n[03:04.24] That slow money, picked up the family business\n[03:07.00] By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n[03:10.77] 'Round the same time you came in this world\n[03:13.46] Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n[03:16.47] I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n[03:19.87] For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n[03:22.73] I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n[03:25.90] This crooked ass system set for me\n[03:28.23] And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n[03:31.30] The one that set examples that was never set for me\n[03:34.32] I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n[03:38.33] And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n[03:42.74] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:45.74] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:48.61] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:51.66] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:54.88] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:58.06] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[04:01.09] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[04:04.07] For your eyes only\n[04:05.95] In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n[04:08.88] Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n[04:12.14] Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n[04:15.82] Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n[04:18.02] See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n[04:22.18] My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n[04:24.38] That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n[04:27.34] That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n[04:30.56] They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n[04:33.46] And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n[04:36.34] I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n[04:40.11] Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n[04:42.86] I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n[04:45.91] Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n[04:49.07] Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n[04:51.93] And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n[04:55.28] My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n[04:58.11] And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n[05:01.34] I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n[05:04.62] And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n[05:07.51] But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n[05:09.86] And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n[05:13.56] And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n[05:16.95] I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n[05:19.71] For your eyes only\n[05:20.88] For your eyes\n[05:22.62] For your eyes only\n[05:27.58] \n[05:32.59] For your eyes\n[05:34.83] For your eyes only\n[05:39.72] For your eyes do you understand?\n[05:42.57] For your eyes only\n[05:46.79] \n[06:09.29] One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n[06:12.60] What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n[06:15.31] I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n[06:18.02] But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n[06:21.32] He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n[06:25.30] When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n[06:28.99] I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n[06:31.46] I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n[06:33.86] But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n[06:36.44] I know your momma nigga, send my love\n[06:38.71] In case I never get a chance to speak again\n[06:41.17] I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n[06:43.91] That's the way I wished my family lived\n[06:45.82] But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n[06:47.94] I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n[06:52.04] He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n[06:55.31] But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n[06:59.65] I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n[07:04.18] With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n[07:07.43] Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n[07:11.76] And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n[07:14.85] Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n[07:16.59] This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n[07:20.02] I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n[07:23.06] Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n[07:26.07] That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n[07:29.15] Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n[07:32.26] Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n[07:35.90] 'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n[07:38.97] To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n[07:41.93] Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n[07:46.50] Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n[07:49.87] Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n[07:52.85] Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n[07:55.82] Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n[07:58.90] Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n[08:02.05] Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n[08:04.81] Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n[08:08.37] Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n[08:11.21] For your eyes only\n[08:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 4 Your Eyez Only\n  artist: J. 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don't know how to act in a drought\n  start_ms: 255820\n  end_ms: 258020\n- text: See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  start_ms: 258020\n  end_ms: 262180\n- text: My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  start_ms: 262180\n  end_ms: 264380\n- text: That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  start_ms: 264380\n  end_ms: 267340\n- text: That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n  start_ms: 267340\n  end_ms: 270560\n- text: They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  start_ms: 270560\n  end_ms: 273460\n- text: And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  start_ms: 273460\n  end_ms: 276340\n- text: I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  start_ms: 276340\n  end_ms: 280110\n- text: Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  start_ms: 280110\n  end_ms: 282860\n- text: I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  start_ms: 282860\n  end_ms: 285910\n- text: Much 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end_ms: 378020\n- text: But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  start_ms: 378020\n  end_ms: 381320\n- text: He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  start_ms: 381320\n  end_ms: 385300\n- text: When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  start_ms: 385300\n  end_ms: 388990\n- text: I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  start_ms: 388990\n  end_ms: 391460\n- text: I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n  start_ms: 391460\n  end_ms: 393860\n- text: But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  start_ms: 393860\n  end_ms: 396440\n- text: I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  start_ms: 396440\n  end_ms: 398710\n- text: In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  start_ms: 398710\n  end_ms: 401170\n- text: I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  start_ms: 401170\n  end_ms: 403910\n- text: That's the way I wished my family lived\n  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Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  start_ms: 407940\n  end_ms: 412040\n- text: He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  start_ms: 412040\n  end_ms: 415310\n- text: But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n  start_ms: 415310\n  end_ms: 419650\n- text: I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  start_ms: 419650\n  end_ms: 424180\n- text: With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  start_ms: 424180\n  end_ms: 427430\n- text: Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  start_ms: 427430\n  end_ms: 431760\n- text: And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  start_ms: 431760\n  end_ms: 434850\n- text: Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  start_ms: 434850\n  end_ms: 436590\n- text: This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  start_ms: 436590\n  end_ms: 440020\n- text: I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n  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Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n  That's why I write this sonnet\n  If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n  Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n  If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n  In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n  But because you still alive\n  He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n  So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n  So I know how part of you feels\n  Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n  Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\n  I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n  And fiends that smoke rocks\n  I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n  I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n  Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n  Don't know if I ever had a chance\n  At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n  But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n  Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\n  My Pops shot up, drug related\n  Mama addicted\n  So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n  Blood was staining the concrete\n  Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n  That slow money, picked up the family business\n  By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n  'Round the same time you came in this world\n  Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\n  I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n  For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n  I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n  This crooked ass system set for me\n  And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n  The one that set examples that was never set for me\n  I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n  And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\n  They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n  Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n  And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\n  My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n  And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n  I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n  And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n  But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n  And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n  And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n  I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\n  But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  That's the way I wished my family lived\n  But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n  I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\n  I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\n  Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n  To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\n  Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  For your eyes only\n"},{"id":35894748,"name":"4 Your Eyez Only","trackName":"4 Your Eyez Only","artistName":"J. 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even sure if I believe in God\nBut because you still alive\nHe got me praying that the spiritual is real\nSo I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\nSo I know how part of you feels\nMaybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\nLife goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\nI hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\nAnd fiends that smoke rocks\nI've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\nI'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\nNow I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\nDon't know if I ever had a chance\nAt a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\nBut Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\nInnocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\nMy Pops shot up, drug related\nMama addicted\nSo Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\nBlood was staining the concrete\nOlder niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\nThat slow money, picked up the family business\nBy 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clout?\nWas it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\nNiggas don't know how to act in a drought\nSee baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\nMy views misshaped by new mixtapes\nThat confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\nThat real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\nThey just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\nAnd if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\nI was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\nDucking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\nI pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\nMuch broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\nInto a box, where your son don't even know his pops\nAnd the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\nMy worst fear is one day that you come home from school\nAnd see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\nI got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\nAnd sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\nBut maybe there's a chance that it's not\nAnd this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\nAnd I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\nI love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nOne day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\nWhat he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\nI tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\nBut I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\nHe said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\nWhen times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\nI dealt with the repercussions of my actions\nI know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\nBut that shit was in my blood, you know my life\nI know your momma nigga, send my love\nIn case I never get a chance to speak again\nI won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\nThat's the way I wished my family lived\nBut my granny crib was in the 'jects\nI had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\nHe said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\nBut I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\nI got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\nWith that said I'm proud to say I was a father\nWrite my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\nAnd so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\nDon't you ever scratch or disrespect it\nThis perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\nI dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\nAffected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\nThat sent your pops to prison when he needed education\nSometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\nAlthough that means that I would never be brought into this world\n'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\nTo take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\nBarely one years old, now it's thirty years later 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text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 99360\n  end_ms: 102620\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 102620\n  end_ms: 105670\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 105670\n  end_ms: 108620\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 108620\n  end_ms: 111760\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 111760\n  end_ms: 114900\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 114900\n  end_ms: 118070\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 118070\n  end_ms: 121030\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 121030\n  end_ms: 122160\n- text: You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n  start_ms: 122160\n  end_ms: 125160\n- text: If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n  start_ms: 125160\n  end_ms: 128910\n- text: In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n  start_ms: 128910\n  end_ms: 132190\n- text: But because you still alive\n  start_ms: 132190\n  end_ms: 133330\n- text: He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n  start_ms: 133330\n  end_ms: 136130\n- text: So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n  start_ms: 136130\n  end_ms: 139270\n- text: So I know how part of you feels\n  start_ms: 139270\n  end_ms: 141120\n- text: Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n  start_ms: 141120\n  end_ms: 144230\n- text: Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n  start_ms: 144230\n  end_ms: 147340\n- text: I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n  start_ms: 147340\n  end_ms: 149930\n- text: And fiends that smoke rocks\n  start_ms: 149930\n  end_ms: 151390\n- text: I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n  start_ms: 151390\n  end_ms: 153700\n- text: I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n  start_ms: 153700\n  end_ms: 156390\n- text: Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n  start_ms: 156390\n  end_ms: 159860\n- text: Don't know if I ever had a chance\n  start_ms: 159860\n  end_ms: 162060\n- text: At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n  start_ms: 162060\n  end_ms: 165830\n- text: But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n  start_ms: 165830\n  end_ms: 169040\n- text: Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n  start_ms: 169040\n  end_ms: 171840\n- text: My Pops shot up, drug related\n  start_ms: 171840\n  end_ms: 174120\n- text: Mama addicted\n  start_ms: 174120\n  end_ms: 175070\n- text: So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n  start_ms: 175070\n  end_ms: 178180\n- text: Blood was staining the concrete\n  start_ms: 178180\n  end_ms: 180000\n- text: Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n  start_ms: 180000\n  end_ms: 184240\n- text: That slow money, picked up the family business\n  start_ms: 184240\n  end_ms: 187000\n- text: By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n  start_ms: 187000\n  end_ms: 190770\n- 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222740\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 222740\n  end_ms: 225740\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 225740\n  end_ms: 228610\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 228610\n  end_ms: 231660\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 231660\n  end_ms: 234880\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 234880\n  end_ms: 238060\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 238060\n  end_ms: 241090\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 241090\n  end_ms: 244070\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 244070\n  end_ms: 245950\n- text: In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  start_ms: 245950\n  end_ms: 248880\n- text: Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  start_ms: 248880\n  end_ms: 252140\n- text: Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  start_ms: 252140\n  end_ms: 255820\n- text: Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  start_ms: 255820\n  end_ms: 258020\n- text: See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  start_ms: 258020\n  end_ms: 262180\n- text: My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  start_ms: 262180\n  end_ms: 264380\n- text: That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  start_ms: 264380\n  end_ms: 267340\n- text: That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n  start_ms: 267340\n  end_ms: 270560\n- text: They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  start_ms: 270560\n  end_ms: 273460\n- text: And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  start_ms: 273460\n  end_ms: 276340\n- text: I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  start_ms: 276340\n  end_ms: 280110\n- text: Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  start_ms: 280110\n  end_ms: 282860\n- text: I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  start_ms: 282860\n  end_ms: 285910\n- text: Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n  start_ms: 285910\n  end_ms: 289070\n- text: Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n  start_ms: 289070\n  end_ms: 291930\n- text: And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n  start_ms: 291930\n  end_ms: 295280\n- text: My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n  start_ms: 295280\n  end_ms: 298110\n- text: And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n  start_ms: 298110\n  end_ms: 301340\n- text: I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n  start_ms: 301340\n  end_ms: 304620\n- text: And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n  start_ms: 304620\n  end_ms: 307510\n- text: But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n  start_ms: 307510\n  end_ms: 309860\n- text: And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n  start_ms: 309860\n  end_ms: 313560\n- text: And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n  start_ms: 313560\n  end_ms: 316950\n- text: I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n  start_ms: 316950\n  end_ms: 319710\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 319710\n  end_ms: 320880\n- text: For your eyes\n  start_ms: 320880\n  end_ms: 322620\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 322620\n  end_ms: 327580\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 327580\n  end_ms: 332590\n- text: For your eyes\n  start_ms: 332590\n  end_ms: 334830\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 334830\n  end_ms: 339720\n- text: For your eyes do you understand?\n  start_ms: 339720\n  end_ms: 342570\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 342570\n  end_ms: 346790\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 346790\n  end_ms: 369290\n- text: One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  start_ms: 369290\n  end_ms: 372600\n- text: What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  start_ms: 372600\n  end_ms: 375310\n- text: I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  start_ms: 375310\n  end_ms: 378020\n- text: But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  start_ms: 378020\n  end_ms: 381320\n- text: He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  start_ms: 381320\n  end_ms: 385300\n- text: When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  start_ms: 385300\n  end_ms: 388990\n- text: I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  start_ms: 388990\n  end_ms: 391460\n- text: I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n  start_ms: 391460\n  end_ms: 393860\n- text: But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  start_ms: 393860\n  end_ms: 396440\n- text: I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  start_ms: 396440\n  end_ms: 398710\n- text: In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  start_ms: 398710\n  end_ms: 401170\n- text: I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  start_ms: 401170\n  end_ms: 403910\n- text: That's the way I wished my family lived\n  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Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  start_ms: 407940\n  end_ms: 412040\n- text: He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  start_ms: 412040\n  end_ms: 415310\n- text: But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n  start_ms: 415310\n  end_ms: 419650\n- text: I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  start_ms: 419650\n  end_ms: 424180\n- text: With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  start_ms: 424180\n  end_ms: 427430\n- text: Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  start_ms: 427430\n  end_ms: 431760\n- text: And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  start_ms: 431760\n  end_ms: 434850\n- text: Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  start_ms: 434850\n  end_ms: 436590\n- text: This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  start_ms: 436590\n  end_ms: 440020\n- text: I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n  start_ms: 440020\n  end_ms: 443060\n- text: Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  start_ms: 443060\n  end_ms: 446070\n- text: That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  start_ms: 446070\n  end_ms: 449150\n- text: Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  start_ms: 449150\n  end_ms: 452260\n- text: Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  start_ms: 452260\n  end_ms: 455900\n- text: '''Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl'\n  start_ms: 455900\n  end_ms: 458970\n- text: To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  start_ms: 458970\n  end_ms: 461930\n- text: Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  start_ms: 461930\n  end_ms: 466500\n- text: Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  start_ms: 466500\n  end_ms: 469870\n- text: Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n  start_ms: 469870\n  end_ms: 472850\n- text: Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  start_ms: 472850\n  end_ms: 475820\n- text: Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  start_ms: 475820\n  end_ms: 478900\n- text: Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  start_ms: 478900\n  end_ms: 482050\n- text: Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  start_ms: 482050\n  end_ms: 484810\n- text: Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  start_ms: 484810\n  end_ms: 488370\n- text: Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  start_ms: 488370\n  end_ms: 491210\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 491210\n  end_ms: 492060\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 492060\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  For your eyes only\n  (For your eyes)\n  For your eyes only, for your eyes only\n  (For your eyes)\n  For your eyes only\n\n  Hey\n  Niggas be dying on the daily\n  It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\n  Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\n  Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n  'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\n  Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\n  Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black\n  Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n\n  And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\n  Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\n  Like I ain't out in the field like that\n  I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\n  Despite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\n  Screaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\n  That's what you call it\n  Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\n  This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\n  I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\n  But these felonies be making life the hardest\n  Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\n  Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n  That's why I write this sonnet\n  If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n  Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n  If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n  In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n  But because you still alive\n  He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n  So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n  So I know how part of you feels\n  Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n  Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\n  I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n  And fiends that smoke rocks\n  I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n  I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n  Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n  Don't know if I ever had a chance\n  At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n  But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n  Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\n  My Pops shot up, drug related\n  Mama addicted\n  So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n  Blood was staining the concrete\n  Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n  That slow money, picked up the family business\n  By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n  'Round the same time you came in this world\n  Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\n  I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n  For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n  I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n  This crooked ass system set for me\n  And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n  The one that set examples that was never set for me\n  I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n  And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\n  They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n  Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n  And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\n  My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n  And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n  I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n  And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n  But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n  And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n  And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n  I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\n  But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  That's the way I wished my family lived\n  But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n  I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\n  I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\n  Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n  To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\n  Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  For your eyes only\n"},{"id":35894766,"name":"4 Your Eyez Only","trackName":"4 Your Eyez Only","artistName":"J. 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got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\nThis is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\nI try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\nBut these felonies be making life the hardest\nResisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\nOr run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\nThat's why I write this sonnet\nIf the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\nPlay this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nYou're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\nIf you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\nIn the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\nBut because you still alive\nHe got me praying that the spiritual is real\nSo I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\nSo I know how part of you feels\nMaybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\nLife goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\nI hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\nAnd fiends that smoke rocks\nI've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\nI'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\nNow I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\nDon't know if I ever had a chance\nAt a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\nBut Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\nInnocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\nMy Pops shot up, drug related\nMama addicted\nSo Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\nBlood was staining the concrete\nOlder niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\nThat slow money, picked up the family business\nBy the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n'Round the same time you came in this world\nMe and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\nI told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\nFor the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\nI was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\nThis crooked ass system set for me\nAnd now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\nThe one that set examples that was never set for me\nI'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\nAnd if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nIn several ways I could've went out, too many to count\nWas it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\nWas it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\nNiggas don't know how to act in a drought\nSee baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\nMy views misshaped by new mixtapes\nThat confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\nThat real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\nThey just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\nAnd if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\nI was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\nDucking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\nI pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\nMuch broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\nInto a box, where your son don't even know his pops\nAnd the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\nMy worst fear is one day that you come home from school\nAnd see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\nI got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\nAnd sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\nBut maybe there's a chance that it's not\nAnd this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\nAnd I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\nI love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nOne day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\nWhat he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\nI tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\nBut I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\nHe said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\nWhen times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\nI dealt with the repercussions of my actions\nI know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\nBut that shit was in my blood, you know my life\nI know your momma nigga, send my love\nIn case I never get a chance to speak again\nI won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\nThat's the way I wished my family lived\nBut my granny crib was in the 'jects\nI had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\nHe said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\nBut I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\nI got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\nWith that said I'm proud to say I was a father\nWrite my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\nAnd so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\nDon't you ever scratch or disrespect it\nThis perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\nI dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\nAffected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\nThat sent your pops to prison when he needed education\nSometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\nAlthough that means that I would never be brought into this world\n'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\nTo take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\nBarely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\nGirl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\nNot because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\nNot because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\nNot 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\nNow your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\nNot because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\nNot because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\nYour daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\nFor your eyes only","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.76] Yeah\n[00:07.39] For your eyes only\n[00:10.42] (For your eyes)\n[00:13.58] For your eyes only, for your eyes only\n[00:19.48] (For your eyes)\n[00:22.46] For your eyes only\n[00:24.13] Hey\n[00:24.83] Niggas be dying on the daily\n[00:26.74] It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\n[00:30.87] Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\n[00:33.75] Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n[00:36.99] 'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\n[00:40.18] Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\n[00:43.43] Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black\n[00:45.86] Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n[00:49.80] And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\n[00:52.77] Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\n[00:55.88] Like I ain't out in the field like that\n[00:58.01] I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\n[01:01.07] Despite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\n[01:04.20] Screaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\n[01:06.46] That's what you call it\n[01:07.44] Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\n[01:11.25] This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n[01:13.77] I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\n[01:16.98] But these felonies be making life the hardest\n[01:19.05] Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\n[01:22.27] Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n[01:25.27] That's why I write this sonnet\n[01:26.68] If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n[01:29.73] Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n[01:33.33] (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n[01:36.68] (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n[01:39.36] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:42.62] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:45.67] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:48.62] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:51.76] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:54.90] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:58.07] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[02:01.03] For your eyes only\n[02:02.16] You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n[02:05.16] If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n[02:08.91] In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n[02:12.19] But because you still alive\n[02:13.33] He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n[02:16.13] So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n[02:19.27] So I know how part of you feels\n[02:21.12] Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n[02:24.23] Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n[02:27.34] I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n[02:29.93] And fiends that smoke rocks\n[02:31.39] I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n[02:33.70] I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n[02:36.39] Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n[02:39.86] Don't know if I ever had a chance\n[02:42.06] At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n[02:45.83] But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n[02:49.04] Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n[02:51.84] My Pops shot up, drug related\n[02:54.12] Mama addicted\n[02:55.07] So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n[02:58.18] Blood was staining the concrete\n[03:00.00] Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n[03:04.24] That slow money, picked up the family business\n[03:07.00] By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n[03:10.77] 'Round the same time you came in this world\n[03:13.46] Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n[03:16.47] I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n[03:19.87] For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n[03:22.73] I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n[03:25.90] This crooked ass system set for me\n[03:28.23] And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n[03:31.30] The one that set examples that was never set for me\n[03:34.32] I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n[03:38.33] And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n[03:42.74] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:45.74] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:48.61] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:51.66] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:54.88] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:58.06] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[04:01.09] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[04:04.07] For your eyes only\n[04:05.95] In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n[04:08.88] Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n[04:12.14] Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n[04:15.82] Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n[04:18.02] See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n[04:22.18] My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n[04:24.38] That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n[04:27.34] That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n[04:30.56] They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n[04:33.46] And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n[04:36.34] I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n[04:40.11] Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n[04:42.86] I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n[04:45.91] Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n[04:49.07] Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n[04:51.93] And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n[04:55.28] My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n[04:58.11] And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n[05:01.34] I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n[05:04.62] And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n[05:07.51] But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n[05:09.86] And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n[05:13.56] And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n[05:16.95] I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n[05:19.71] For your eyes only\n[05:20.88] For your eyes\n[05:22.62] For your eyes only\n[05:27.58] \n[05:32.59] For your eyes\n[05:34.83] For your eyes only\n[05:39.72] For your eyes do you understand?\n[05:42.57] For your eyes only\n[05:46.79] \n[06:09.29] One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n[06:12.60] What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n[06:15.31] I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n[06:18.02] But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n[06:21.32] He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n[06:25.30] When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n[06:28.99] I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n[06:31.46] I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n[06:33.86] But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n[06:36.44] I know your momma nigga, send my love\n[06:38.71] In case I never get a chance to speak again\n[06:41.17] I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n[06:43.91] That's the way I wished my family lived\n[06:45.82] But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n[06:47.94] I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n[06:52.04] He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n[06:55.31] But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n[06:59.65] I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n[07:04.18] With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n[07:07.43] Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n[07:11.76] And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n[07:14.85] Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n[07:16.59] This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n[07:20.02] I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n[07:23.06] Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n[07:26.07] That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n[07:29.15] Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n[07:32.26] Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n[07:35.90] 'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n[07:38.97] To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n[07:41.93] Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n[07:46.50] Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n[07:49.87] Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n[07:52.85] Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n[07:55.82] Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n[07:58.90] Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n[08:02.05] Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n[08:04.81] Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n[08:08.37] Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n[08:11.21] For your eyes only\n[08:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 4 Your Eyez Only\n  artist: J. 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222740\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 222740\n  end_ms: 225740\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 225740\n  end_ms: 228610\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 228610\n  end_ms: 231660\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 231660\n  end_ms: 234880\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 234880\n  end_ms: 238060\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 238060\n  end_ms: 241090\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 241090\n  end_ms: 244070\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 244070\n  end_ms: 245950\n- text: In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  start_ms: 245950\n  end_ms: 248880\n- text: Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  start_ms: 248880\n  end_ms: 252140\n- text: Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  start_ms: 252140\n  end_ms: 255820\n- text: Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  start_ms: 255820\n  end_ms: 258020\n- text: See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  start_ms: 258020\n  end_ms: 262180\n- text: My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  start_ms: 262180\n  end_ms: 264380\n- text: That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  start_ms: 264380\n  end_ms: 267340\n- text: That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n  start_ms: 267340\n  end_ms: 270560\n- text: They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  start_ms: 270560\n  end_ms: 273460\n- text: And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  start_ms: 273460\n  end_ms: 276340\n- text: I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  start_ms: 276340\n  end_ms: 280110\n- text: Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  start_ms: 280110\n  end_ms: 282860\n- text: I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  start_ms: 282860\n  end_ms: 285910\n- text: Much 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shoes\n  start_ms: 313560\n  end_ms: 316950\n- text: I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n  start_ms: 316950\n  end_ms: 319710\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 319710\n  end_ms: 320880\n- text: For your eyes\n  start_ms: 320880\n  end_ms: 322620\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 322620\n  end_ms: 327580\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 327580\n  end_ms: 332590\n- text: For your eyes\n  start_ms: 332590\n  end_ms: 334830\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 334830\n  end_ms: 339720\n- text: For your eyes do you understand?\n  start_ms: 339720\n  end_ms: 342570\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 342570\n  end_ms: 346790\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 346790\n  end_ms: 369290\n- text: One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  start_ms: 369290\n  end_ms: 372600\n- text: What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  start_ms: 372600\n  end_ms: 375310\n- text: I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  start_ms: 375310\n  end_ms: 378020\n- text: But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  start_ms: 378020\n  end_ms: 381320\n- text: He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  start_ms: 381320\n  end_ms: 385300\n- text: When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  start_ms: 385300\n  end_ms: 388990\n- text: I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  start_ms: 388990\n  end_ms: 391460\n- text: I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n  start_ms: 391460\n  end_ms: 393860\n- text: But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  start_ms: 393860\n  end_ms: 396440\n- text: I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  start_ms: 396440\n  end_ms: 398710\n- text: In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  start_ms: 398710\n  end_ms: 401170\n- text: I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  start_ms: 401170\n  end_ms: 403910\n- text: That's the way I wished my family lived\n  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Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  start_ms: 407940\n  end_ms: 412040\n- text: He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  start_ms: 412040\n  end_ms: 415310\n- text: But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n  start_ms: 415310\n  end_ms: 419650\n- text: I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  start_ms: 419650\n  end_ms: 424180\n- text: With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  start_ms: 424180\n  end_ms: 427430\n- text: Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  start_ms: 427430\n  end_ms: 431760\n- text: And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  start_ms: 431760\n  end_ms: 434850\n- text: Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  start_ms: 434850\n  end_ms: 436590\n- text: This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  start_ms: 436590\n  end_ms: 440020\n- text: I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n  start_ms: 440020\n  end_ms: 443060\n- text: Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  start_ms: 443060\n  end_ms: 446070\n- text: That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  start_ms: 446070\n  end_ms: 449150\n- text: Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  start_ms: 449150\n  end_ms: 452260\n- text: Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  start_ms: 452260\n  end_ms: 455900\n- text: '''Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl'\n  start_ms: 455900\n  end_ms: 458970\n- text: To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  start_ms: 458970\n  end_ms: 461930\n- text: Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  start_ms: 461930\n  end_ms: 466500\n- text: Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  start_ms: 466500\n  end_ms: 469870\n- text: Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n  start_ms: 469870\n  end_ms: 472850\n- text: Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  start_ms: 472850\n  end_ms: 475820\n- text: Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  start_ms: 475820\n  end_ms: 478900\n- text: Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  start_ms: 478900\n  end_ms: 482050\n- text: Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  start_ms: 482050\n  end_ms: 484810\n- text: Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  start_ms: 484810\n  end_ms: 488370\n- text: Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  start_ms: 488370\n  end_ms: 491210\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 491210\n  end_ms: 492060\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 492060\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  For your eyes only\n  (For your eyes)\n  For your eyes only, for your eyes only\n  (For your eyes)\n  For your eyes only\n\n  Hey\n  Niggas be dying on the daily\n  It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\n  Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\n  Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n  'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\n  Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\n  Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black\n  Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n\n  And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\n  Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\n  Like I ain't out in the field like that\n  I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\n  Despite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\n  Screaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\n  That's what you call it\n  Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\n  This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\n  I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\n  But these felonies be making life the hardest\n  Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\n  Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n  That's why I write this sonnet\n  If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n  Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n  If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n  In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n  But because you still alive\n  He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n  So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n  So I know how part of you feels\n  Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n  Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\n  I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n  And fiends that smoke rocks\n  I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n  I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n  Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n  Don't know if I ever had a chance\n  At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n  But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n  Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\n  My Pops shot up, drug related\n  Mama addicted\n  So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n  Blood was staining the concrete\n  Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n  That slow money, picked up the family business\n  By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n  'Round the same time you came in this world\n  Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\n  I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n  For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n  I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n  This crooked ass system set for me\n  And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n  The one that set examples that was never set for me\n  I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n  And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\n  They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n  Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n  And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\n  My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n  And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n  I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n  And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n  But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n  And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n  And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n  I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\n  But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  That's the way I wished my family lived\n  But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n  I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\n  I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\n  Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n  To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\n  Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  For your eyes only\n"},{"id":35894860,"name":"4 Your Eyez Only","trackName":"4 Your Eyez Only","artistName":"J. Cole","albumName":"4 Your Eyez Only","duration":379.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nFor your eyes only\n(For your eyes)\nFor your eyes only, for your eyes only\n(For your eyes)\nFor your eyes only\n\nHey\nNiggas be dying on the daily\nIt seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\nCan't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\nControl the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\nFull of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\nAin't no coming back, family dressed in black\nPlus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n\nAnd my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\nLike I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\nLike I ain't out in the field like that\nI might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\nDespite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\nScreaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\nThat's what you call it\nAin't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\nThis is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\nI try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\nBut these felonies be making life the hardest\nResisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\nOr run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\nThat's why I write this sonnet\nIf the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\nPlay this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nYou're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\nIf you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\nIn the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\nBut because you still alive\nHe got me praying that the spiritual is real\nSo I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\nSo I know how part of you feels\nMaybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\nLife goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\nI hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\nAnd fiends that smoke rocks\nI've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\nI'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\nNow I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\nDon't know if I ever had a chance\nAt a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\nBut Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\nInnocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\nMy Pops shot up, drug related\nMama addicted\nSo Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\nBlood was staining the concrete\nOlder niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\nThat slow money, picked up the family business\nBy the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n'Round the same time you came in this world\nMe and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\nI told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\nFor the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\nI was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\nThis crooked ass system set for me\nAnd now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\nThe one that set examples that was never set for me\nI'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\nAnd if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nIn several ways I could've went out, too many to count\nWas it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\nWas it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\nNiggas don't know how to act in a drought\nSee baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\nMy views misshaped by new mixtapes\nThat confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\nThat real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\nThey just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\nAnd if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\nI was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\nDucking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\nI pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\nMuch broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\nInto a box, where your son don't even know his pops\nAnd the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\nMy worst fear is one day that you come home from school\nAnd see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\nI got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\nAnd sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\nBut maybe there's a chance that it's not\nAnd this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\nAnd I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\nI love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nOne day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\nWhat he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\nI tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\nBut I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\nHe said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\nWhen times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\nI dealt with the repercussions of my actions\nI know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\nBut that shit was in my blood, you know my life\nI know your momma nigga, send my love\nIn case I never get a chance to speak again\nI won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\nThat's the way I wished my family lived\nBut my granny crib was in the 'jects\nI had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\nHe said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\nBut I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\nI got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\nWith that said I'm proud to say I was a father\nWrite my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\nAnd so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\nDon't you ever scratch or disrespect it\nThis perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\nI dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\nAffected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\nThat sent your pops to prison when he needed education\nSometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\nAlthough that means that I would never be brought into this world\n'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\nTo take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\nBarely one years old, now it's thirty years later 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subliminal\n[00:36.99] 'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\n[00:40.18] Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\n[00:43.43] Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black\n[00:45.86] Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n[00:49.80] And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\n[00:52.77] Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\n[00:55.88] Like I ain't out in the field like that\n[00:58.01] I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\n[01:01.07] Despite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\n[01:04.20] Screaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\n[01:06.46] That's what you call it\n[01:07.44] Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\n[01:11.25] This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n[01:13.77] I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\n[01:16.98] But these felonies be making life the hardest\n[01:19.05] Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\n[01:22.27] Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n[01:25.27] That's why I write this sonnet\n[01:26.68] If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n[01:29.73] Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n[01:33.33] (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n[01:36.68] (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n[01:39.36] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:42.62] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:45.67] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:48.62] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:51.76] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:54.90] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:58.07] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[02:01.03] For your eyes only\n[02:02.16] You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n[02:05.16] If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n[02:08.91] In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n[02:12.19] But because you still alive\n[02:13.33] He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n[02:16.13] So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n[02:19.27] So I know how part of you feels\n[02:21.12] Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n[02:24.23] Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n[02:27.34] I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n[02:29.93] And fiends that smoke rocks\n[02:31.39] I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n[02:33.70] I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n[02:36.39] Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n[02:39.86] Don't know if I ever had a chance\n[02:42.06] At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n[02:45.83] But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n[02:49.04] Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n[02:51.84] My Pops shot up, drug related\n[02:54.12] Mama addicted\n[02:55.07] So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n[02:58.18] Blood was staining the concrete\n[03:00.00] Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n[03:04.24] That slow money, picked up the family business\n[03:07.00] By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n[03:10.77] 'Round the same time you came in this world\n[03:13.46] Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n[03:16.47] I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n[03:19.87] For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n[03:22.73] I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n[03:25.90] This crooked ass system set for me\n[03:28.23] And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n[03:31.30] The one that set examples that was never set for me\n[03:34.32] I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n[03:38.33] And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n[03:42.74] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:45.74] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:48.61] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:51.66] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:54.88] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:58.06] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[04:01.09] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[04:04.07] For your eyes only\n[04:05.95] In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n[04:08.88] Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n[04:12.14] Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n[04:15.82] Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n[04:18.02] See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n[04:22.18] My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n[04:24.38] That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n[04:27.34] That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n[04:30.56] They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n[04:33.46] And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n[04:36.34] I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n[04:40.11] Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n[04:42.86] I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n[04:45.91] Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n[04:49.07] Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n[04:51.93] And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n[04:55.28] My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n[04:58.11] And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n[05:01.34] I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n[05:04.62] And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n[05:07.51] But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n[05:09.86] And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n[05:13.56] And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n[05:16.95] I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n[05:19.71] For your eyes only\n[05:20.88] For your eyes\n[05:22.62] For your eyes only\n[05:27.58] \n[05:32.59] For your eyes\n[05:34.83] For your eyes only\n[05:39.72] For your eyes do you understand?\n[05:42.57] For your eyes only\n[05:46.79] \n[06:09.29] One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n[06:12.60] What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n[06:15.31] I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n[06:18.02] But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n[06:21.32] He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n[06:25.30] When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n[06:28.99] I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n[06:31.46] I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n[06:33.86] But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n[06:36.44] I know your momma nigga, send my love\n[06:38.71] In case I never get a chance to speak again\n[06:41.17] I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n[06:43.91] That's the way I wished my family lived\n[06:45.82] But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n[06:47.94] I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n[06:52.04] He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n[06:55.31] But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n[06:59.65] I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n[07:04.18] With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n[07:07.43] Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n[07:11.76] And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n[07:14.85] Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n[07:16.59] This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n[07:20.02] I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n[07:23.06] Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n[07:26.07] That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n[07:29.15] Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n[07:32.26] Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n[07:35.90] 'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n[07:38.97] To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n[07:41.93] Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n[07:46.50] Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n[07:49.87] Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n[07:52.85] Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n[07:55.82] Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n[07:58.90] Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n[08:02.05] Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n[08:04.81] Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n[08:08.37] Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n[08:11.21] For your eyes only\n[08:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 4 Your Eyez Only\n  artist: J. 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consequences deadly\n  Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\n  Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n  'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\n  Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\n  Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black\n  Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n\n  And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\n  Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\n  Like I ain't out in the field like that\n  I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\n  Despite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\n  Screaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\n  That's what you call it\n  Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\n  This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\n  I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\n  But these felonies be making life the hardest\n  Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\n  Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n  That's why I write this sonnet\n  If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n  Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n  If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n  In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n  But because you still alive\n  He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n  So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n  So I know how part of you feels\n  Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n  Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\n  I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n  And fiends that smoke rocks\n  I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n  I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n  Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n  Don't know if I ever had a chance\n  At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n  But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n  Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\n  My Pops shot up, drug related\n  Mama addicted\n  So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n  Blood was staining the concrete\n  Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n  That slow money, picked up the family business\n  By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n  'Round the same time you came in this world\n  Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\n  I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n  For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n  I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n  This crooked ass system set for me\n  And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n  The one that set examples that was never set for me\n  I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n  And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\n  They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n  Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n  And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\n  My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n  And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n  I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n  And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n  But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n  And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n  And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n  I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\n  But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  That's the way I wished my family lived\n  But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n  I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\n  I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\n  Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n  To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\n  Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  For your eyes only\n"},{"id":35894871,"name":"4 Your Eyez Only","trackName":"4 Your Eyez Only","artistName":"J. 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not even sure if I believe in God\nBut because you still alive\nHe got me praying that the spiritual is real\nSo I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\nSo I know how part of you feels\nMaybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\nLife goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\nI hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\nAnd fiends that smoke rocks\nI've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\nI'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\nNow I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\nDon't know if I ever had a chance\nAt a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\nBut Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\nInnocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\nMy Pops shot up, drug related\nMama addicted\nSo Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\nBlood was staining the concrete\nOlder niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\nThat slow money, picked up the family 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alive\n[02:13.33] He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n[02:16.13] So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n[02:19.27] So I know how part of you feels\n[02:21.12] Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n[02:24.23] Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n[02:27.34] I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n[02:29.93] And fiends that smoke rocks\n[02:31.39] I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n[02:33.70] I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n[02:36.39] Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n[02:39.86] Don't know if I ever had a chance\n[02:42.06] At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n[02:45.83] But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n[02:49.04] Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n[02:51.84] My Pops shot up, drug related\n[02:54.12] Mama addicted\n[02:55.07] So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n[02:58.18] Blood was staining the concrete\n[03:00.00] Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n[03:04.24] That slow money, picked up the family business\n[03:07.00] By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n[03:10.77] 'Round the same time you came in this world\n[03:13.46] Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n[03:16.47] I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n[03:19.87] For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n[03:22.73] I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n[03:25.90] This crooked ass system set for me\n[03:28.23] And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n[03:31.30] The one that set examples that was never set for me\n[03:34.32] I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n[03:38.33] And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n[03:42.74] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:45.74] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:48.61] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:51.66] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:54.88] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:58.06] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[04:01.09] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[04:04.07] For your eyes only\n[04:05.95] In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n[04:08.88] Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n[04:12.14] Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n[04:15.82] Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n[04:18.02] See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n[04:22.18] My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n[04:24.38] That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n[04:27.34] That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n[04:30.56] They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n[04:33.46] And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n[04:36.34] I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n[04:40.11] Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n[04:42.86] I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n[04:45.91] Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n[04:49.07] Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n[04:51.93] And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n[04:55.28] My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n[04:58.11] And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n[05:01.34] I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n[05:04.62] And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n[05:07.51] But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n[05:09.86] And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n[05:13.56] And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n[05:16.95] I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n[05:19.71] For your eyes only\n[05:20.88] For your eyes\n[05:22.62] For your eyes only\n[05:27.58] \n[05:32.59] For your eyes\n[05:34.83] For your eyes only\n[05:39.72] For your eyes do you understand?\n[05:42.57] For your eyes only\n[05:46.79] \n[06:09.29] One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n[06:12.60] What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n[06:15.31] I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n[06:18.02] But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n[06:21.32] He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n[06:25.30] When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n[06:28.99] I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n[06:31.46] I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n[06:33.86] But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n[06:36.44] I know your momma nigga, send my love\n[06:38.71] In case I never get a chance to speak again\n[06:41.17] I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n[06:43.91] That's the way I wished my family lived\n[06:45.82] But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n[06:47.94] I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n[06:52.04] He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n[06:55.31] But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n[06:59.65] I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n[07:04.18] With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n[07:07.43] Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n[07:11.76] And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n[07:14.85] Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n[07:16.59] This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n[07:20.02] I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n[07:23.06] Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n[07:26.07] That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n[07:29.15] Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n[07:32.26] Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n[07:35.90] 'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n[07:38.97] To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n[07:41.93] Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n[07:46.50] Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n[07:49.87] Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n[07:52.85] Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n[07:55.82] Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n[07:58.90] Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n[08:02.05] Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n[08:04.81] Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n[08:08.37] Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n[08:11.21] For your eyes only\n[08:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 4 Your Eyez Only\n  artist: J. 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Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  start_ms: 407940\n  end_ms: 412040\n- text: He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  start_ms: 412040\n  end_ms: 415310\n- text: But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n  start_ms: 415310\n  end_ms: 419650\n- text: I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  start_ms: 419650\n  end_ms: 424180\n- text: With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  start_ms: 424180\n  end_ms: 427430\n- text: Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  start_ms: 427430\n  end_ms: 431760\n- text: And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  start_ms: 431760\n  end_ms: 434850\n- text: Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  start_ms: 434850\n  end_ms: 436590\n- text: This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  start_ms: 436590\n  end_ms: 440020\n- text: I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n  start_ms: 440020\n  end_ms: 443060\n- text: Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  start_ms: 443060\n  end_ms: 446070\n- text: That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  start_ms: 446070\n  end_ms: 449150\n- text: Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  start_ms: 449150\n  end_ms: 452260\n- text: Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  start_ms: 452260\n  end_ms: 455900\n- text: '''Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl'\n  start_ms: 455900\n  end_ms: 458970\n- text: To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  start_ms: 458970\n  end_ms: 461930\n- text: Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  start_ms: 461930\n  end_ms: 466500\n- text: Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  start_ms: 466500\n  end_ms: 469870\n- text: Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n  start_ms: 469870\n  end_ms: 472850\n- text: Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  start_ms: 472850\n  end_ms: 475820\n- text: Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  start_ms: 475820\n  end_ms: 478900\n- text: Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  start_ms: 478900\n  end_ms: 482050\n- text: Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  start_ms: 482050\n  end_ms: 484810\n- text: Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  start_ms: 484810\n  end_ms: 488370\n- text: Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  start_ms: 488370\n  end_ms: 491210\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 491210\n  end_ms: 492060\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 492060\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  For your eyes only\n  (For your eyes)\n  For your eyes only, for your eyes only\n  (For your eyes)\n  For your eyes only\n\n  Hey\n  Niggas be dying on the daily\n  It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\n  Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\n  Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n  'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\n  Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\n  Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black\n  Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n\n  And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\n  Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\n  Like I ain't out in the field like that\n  I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\n  Despite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\n  Screaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\n  That's what you call it\n  Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\n  This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\n  I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\n  But these felonies be making life the hardest\n  Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\n  Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n  That's why I write this sonnet\n  If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n  Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n  If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n  In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n  But because you still alive\n  He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n  So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n  So I know how part of you feels\n  Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n  Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\n  I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n  And fiends that smoke rocks\n  I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n  I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n  Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n  Don't know if I ever had a chance\n  At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n  But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n  Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\n  My Pops shot up, drug related\n  Mama addicted\n  So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n  Blood was staining the concrete\n  Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n  That slow money, picked up the family business\n  By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n  'Round the same time you came in this world\n  Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\n  I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n  For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n  I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n  This crooked ass system set for me\n  And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n  The one that set examples that was never set for me\n  I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n  And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\n  They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n  Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n  And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\n  My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n  And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n  I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n  And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n  But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n  And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n  And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n  I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\n  But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  That's the way I wished my family lived\n  But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n  I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\n  I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\n  Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n  To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\n  Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  For your eyes only\n"},{"id":34482887,"name":"4 Your Eyez Only","trackName":"4 Your Eyez Only","artistName":"J. Cole","albumName":"4 Your Eyez Only","duration":494.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nFor your eyes only\n(For your eyes)\nFor your eyes only, for your eyes only\n(For your eyes)\nFor your eyes only\n\nHey\nNiggas be dying on the daily\nIt seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\nCan't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\nControl the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\nFull of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\nAin't no coming back, family dressed in black\nPlus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n\nAnd my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\nLike I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\nLike I ain't out in the field like that\nI might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\nDespite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\nScreaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\nThat's what you call it\nAin't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\nThis is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\nI try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\nBut these felonies be making life the hardest\nResisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\nOr run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\nThat's why I write this sonnet\nIf the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\nPlay this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nYou're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\nIf you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\nIn the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\nBut because you still alive\nHe got me praying that the spiritual is real\nSo I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\nSo I know how part of you feels\nMaybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\nLife goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\nI hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\nAnd fiends that smoke rocks\nI've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\nI'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\nNow I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\nDon't know if I ever had a chance\nAt a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\nBut Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\nInnocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\nMy Pops shot up, drug related\nMama addicted\nSo Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\nBlood was staining the concrete\nOlder niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\nThat slow money, picked up the family business\nBy the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n'Round the same time you came in this world\nMe and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\nI told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\nFor the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\nI was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\nThis crooked ass system set for me\nAnd now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\nThe one that set examples that was never set for me\nI'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\nAnd if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nIn several ways I could've went out, too many to count\nWas it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\nWas it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\nNiggas don't know how to act in a drought\nSee baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\nMy views misshaped by new mixtapes\nThat confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\nThat real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\nThey just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\nAnd if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\nI was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\nDucking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\nI pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\nMuch broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\nInto a box, where your son don't even know his pops\nAnd the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\nMy worst fear is one day that you come home from school\nAnd see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\nI got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\nAnd sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\nBut maybe there's a chance that it's not\nAnd this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\nAnd I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\nI love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nOne day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\nWhat he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\nI tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\nBut I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\nHe said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\nWhen times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\nI dealt with the repercussions of my actions\nI know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\nBut that shit was in my blood, you know my life\nI know your momma nigga, send my love\nIn case I never get a chance to speak again\nI won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\nThat's the way I wished my family lived\nBut my granny crib was in the 'jects\nI had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\nHe said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\nBut I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\nI got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\nWith that said I'm proud to say I was a father\nWrite my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\nAnd so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\nDon't you ever scratch or disrespect it\nThis perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\nI dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\nAffected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\nThat sent your pops to prison when he needed education\nSometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\nAlthough that means that I would never be brought into this world\n'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\nTo take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\nBarely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\nGirl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\nNot because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\nNot because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\nNot 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\nNow your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\nNot because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\nNot because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\nYour daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\nFor your eyes only","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.76] Yeah\n[00:07.39] For your eyes only\n[00:10.42] (For your eyes)\n[00:13.58] For your eyes only, for your eyes only\n[00:19.48] (For your eyes)\n[00:22.46] For your eyes only\n[00:24.13] Hey\n[00:24.83] Niggas be dying on the daily\n[00:26.74] It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\n[00:30.87] Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\n[00:33.75] Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n[00:36.99] 'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\n[00:40.18] Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\n[00:43.43] Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black\n[00:45.86] Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n[00:49.80] And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\n[00:52.77] Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\n[00:55.88] Like I ain't out in the field like that\n[00:58.01] I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\n[01:01.07] Despite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\n[01:04.20] Screaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\n[01:06.46] That's what you call it\n[01:07.44] Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\n[01:11.25] This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n[01:13.77] I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\n[01:16.98] But these felonies be making life the hardest\n[01:19.05] Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\n[01:22.27] Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n[01:25.27] That's why I write this sonnet\n[01:26.68] If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n[01:29.73] Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n[01:33.33] (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n[01:36.68] (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n[01:39.36] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:42.62] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:45.67] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:48.62] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:51.76] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:54.90] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:58.07] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[02:01.03] For your eyes only\n[02:02.16] You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n[02:05.16] If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n[02:08.91] In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n[02:12.19] But because you still alive\n[02:13.33] He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n[02:16.13] So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n[02:19.27] So I know how part of you feels\n[02:21.12] Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n[02:24.23] Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n[02:27.34] I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n[02:29.93] And fiends that smoke rocks\n[02:31.39] I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n[02:33.70] I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n[02:36.39] Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n[02:39.86] Don't know if I ever had a chance\n[02:42.06] At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n[02:45.83] But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n[02:49.04] Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n[02:51.84] My Pops shot up, drug related\n[02:54.12] Mama addicted\n[02:55.07] So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n[02:58.18] Blood was staining the concrete\n[03:00.00] Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n[03:04.24] That slow money, picked up the family business\n[03:07.00] By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n[03:10.77] 'Round the same time you came in this world\n[03:13.46] Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n[03:16.47] I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n[03:19.87] For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n[03:22.73] I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n[03:25.90] This crooked ass system set for me\n[03:28.23] And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n[03:31.30] The one that set examples that was never set for me\n[03:34.32] I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n[03:38.33] And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n[03:42.74] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:45.74] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:48.61] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:51.66] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:54.88] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:58.06] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[04:01.09] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[04:04.07] For your eyes only\n[04:05.95] In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n[04:08.88] Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n[04:12.14] Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n[04:15.82] Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n[04:18.02] See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n[04:22.18] My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n[04:24.38] That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n[04:27.34] That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n[04:30.56] They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n[04:33.46] And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n[04:36.34] I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n[04:40.11] Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n[04:42.86] I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n[04:45.91] Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n[04:49.07] Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n[04:51.93] And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n[04:55.28] My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n[04:58.11] And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n[05:01.34] I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n[05:04.62] And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n[05:07.51] But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n[05:09.86] And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n[05:13.56] And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n[05:16.95] I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n[05:19.71] For your eyes only\n[05:20.88] For your eyes\n[05:22.62] For your eyes only\n[05:27.58] \n[05:32.59] For your eyes\n[05:34.83] For your eyes only\n[05:39.72] For your eyes do you understand?\n[05:42.57] For your eyes only\n[05:46.79] \n[06:09.29] One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n[06:12.60] What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n[06:15.31] I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n[06:18.02] But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n[06:21.32] He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n[06:25.30] When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n[06:28.99] I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n[06:31.46] I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n[06:33.86] But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n[06:36.44] I know your momma nigga, send my love\n[06:38.71] In case I never get a chance to speak again\n[06:41.17] I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n[06:43.91] That's the way I wished my family lived\n[06:45.82] But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n[06:47.94] I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n[06:52.04] He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n[06:55.31] But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n[06:59.65] I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n[07:04.18] With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n[07:07.43] Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n[07:11.76] And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n[07:14.85] Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n[07:16.59] This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n[07:20.02] I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n[07:23.06] Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n[07:26.07] That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n[07:29.15] Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n[07:32.26] Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n[07:35.90] 'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n[07:38.97] To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n[07:41.93] Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n[07:46.50] Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n[07:49.87] Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n[07:52.85] Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n[07:55.82] Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n[07:58.90] Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n[08:02.05] Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n[08:04.81] Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n[08:08.37] Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n[08:11.21] For your eyes only\n[08:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 4 Your Eyez Only\n  artist: J. 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don't know how to act in a drought\n  start_ms: 255820\n  end_ms: 258020\n- text: See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  start_ms: 258020\n  end_ms: 262180\n- text: My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  start_ms: 262180\n  end_ms: 264380\n- text: That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  start_ms: 264380\n  end_ms: 267340\n- text: That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n  start_ms: 267340\n  end_ms: 270560\n- text: They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  start_ms: 270560\n  end_ms: 273460\n- text: And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  start_ms: 273460\n  end_ms: 276340\n- text: I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  start_ms: 276340\n  end_ms: 280110\n- text: Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  start_ms: 280110\n  end_ms: 282860\n- text: I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  start_ms: 282860\n  end_ms: 285910\n- text: Much 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end_ms: 378020\n- text: But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  start_ms: 378020\n  end_ms: 381320\n- text: He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  start_ms: 381320\n  end_ms: 385300\n- text: When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  start_ms: 385300\n  end_ms: 388990\n- text: I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  start_ms: 388990\n  end_ms: 391460\n- text: I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n  start_ms: 391460\n  end_ms: 393860\n- text: But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  start_ms: 393860\n  end_ms: 396440\n- text: I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  start_ms: 396440\n  end_ms: 398710\n- text: In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  start_ms: 398710\n  end_ms: 401170\n- text: I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  start_ms: 401170\n  end_ms: 403910\n- text: That's the way I wished my family lived\n  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Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  start_ms: 407940\n  end_ms: 412040\n- text: He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  start_ms: 412040\n  end_ms: 415310\n- text: But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n  start_ms: 415310\n  end_ms: 419650\n- text: I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  start_ms: 419650\n  end_ms: 424180\n- text: With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  start_ms: 424180\n  end_ms: 427430\n- text: Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  start_ms: 427430\n  end_ms: 431760\n- text: And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  start_ms: 431760\n  end_ms: 434850\n- text: Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  start_ms: 434850\n  end_ms: 436590\n- text: This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  start_ms: 436590\n  end_ms: 440020\n- text: I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n  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Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n  That's why I write this sonnet\n  If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n  Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n  If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n  In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n  But because you still alive\n  He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n  So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n  So I know how part of you feels\n  Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n  Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\n  I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n  And fiends that smoke rocks\n  I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n  I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n  Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n  Don't know if I ever had a chance\n  At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n  But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n  Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\n  My Pops shot up, drug related\n  Mama addicted\n  So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n  Blood was staining the concrete\n  Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n  That slow money, picked up the family business\n  By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n  'Round the same time you came in this world\n  Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\n  I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n  For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n  I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n  This crooked ass system set for me\n  And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n  The one that set examples that was never set for me\n  I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n  And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\n  They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n  Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n  And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\n  My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n  And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n  I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n  And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n  But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n  And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n  And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n  I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\n  But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  That's the way I wished my family lived\n  But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n  I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\n  I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\n  Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n  To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\n  Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  For your eyes only\n"},{"id":34726509,"name":"4 Your Eyez Only","trackName":"4 Your Eyez Only","artistName":"J․ Cole","albumName":"4 Your Eyez Only","duration":530.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\nFor your eyes only\n(For your eyes)\nFor your eyes only, for your eyes only\n(For your eyes)\nFor your eyes only\n\nHey\nNiggas be dying on the daily\nIt seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences 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and pawn it\nThat's why I write this sonnet\nIf the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\nPlay this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nYou're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\nIf you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\nIn the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\nBut because you still alive\nHe got me praying that the spiritual is real\nSo I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\nSo I know how part of you feels\nMaybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\nLife goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\nI hope 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they beef with you\n\nThey just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\nAnd if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\nI was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\nDucking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\nI pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\nMuch broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\nInto a box, where your son don't even know his pops\nAnd the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\nMy worst fear is one day that you come home from school\nAnd see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\nI got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\nAnd sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\nBut maybe there's a chance that it's not\nAnd this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\nAnd I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\nI love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nOne day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\nWhat he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\nI tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\nBut I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\nHe said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\nWhen times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\nI dealt with the repercussions of my actions\nI know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\nBut that shit was in my blood, you know my life\nI know your momma nigga, send my love\nIn case I never get a chance to speak again\nI won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\nThat's the way I wished my family lived\nBut my granny crib was in the 'jects\nI had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\nHe said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\nBut I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\nI got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\nWith that said I'm proud to say I was a father\nWrite my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\nAnd so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\nDon't you ever scratch or disrespect it\nThis perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\nI dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\nAffected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\nThat sent your pops to prison when he needed education\nSometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\nAlthough that means that I would never be brought into this world\n'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\nTo take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\nBarely one years old, now it's thirty years later 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eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 102650\n  end_ms: 105660\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 105660\n  end_ms: 108620\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 108620\n  end_ms: 111750\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 111750\n  end_ms: 114930\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 114930\n  end_ms: 118020\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 118020\n  end_ms: 121040\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 121040\n  end_ms: 122100\n- text: You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n  start_ms: 122100\n  end_ms: 125100\n- text: If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n  start_ms: 125100\n  end_ms: 128910\n- text: In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n  start_ms: 128910\n  end_ms: 132120\n- text: But because you still alive\n  start_ms: 132120\n  end_ms: 133330\n- text: He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n  start_ms: 133330\n  end_ms: 136190\n- text: So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n  start_ms: 136190\n  end_ms: 139280\n- text: So I know how part of you feels\n  start_ms: 139280\n  end_ms: 141170\n- text: Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n  start_ms: 141170\n  end_ms: 144250\n- text: Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n  start_ms: 144250\n  end_ms: 147300\n- text: I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n  start_ms: 147300\n  end_ms: 149930\n- text: And fiends that smoke rocks\n  start_ms: 149930\n  end_ms: 151340\n- text: I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n  start_ms: 151340\n  end_ms: 153760\n- text: I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n  start_ms: 153760\n  end_ms: 156390\n- text: Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n  start_ms: 156390\n  end_ms: 159880\n- text: Don't know if I ever had a chance\n  start_ms: 159880\n  end_ms: 162000\n- text: At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n  start_ms: 162000\n  end_ms: 165890\n- text: But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n  start_ms: 165890\n  end_ms: 169060\n- text: Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n  start_ms: 169060\n  end_ms: 171840\n- text: My Pops shot up, drug related\n  start_ms: 171840\n  end_ms: 174190\n- text: Mama addicted\n  start_ms: 174190\n  end_ms: 175090\n- text: So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n  start_ms: 175090\n  end_ms: 178130\n- text: Blood was staining the concrete\n  start_ms: 178130\n  end_ms: 180000\n- text: Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n  start_ms: 180000\n  end_ms: 184260\n- text: That slow money, picked up the family business\n  start_ms: 184260\n  end_ms: 187090\n- text: By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n  start_ms: 187090\n  end_ms: 190770\n- text: '''Round the same time you came in this world'\n  start_ms: 190770\n  end_ms: 193490\n- text: Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n  start_ms: 193490\n  end_ms: 196440\n- text: I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n  start_ms: 196440\n  end_ms: 199800\n- text: For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n  start_ms: 199800\n  end_ms: 202710\n- text: I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n  start_ms: 202710\n  end_ms: 205990\n- text: This crooked ass system set for me\n  start_ms: 205990\n  end_ms: 208210\n- text: And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n  start_ms: 208210\n  end_ms: 211320\n- text: The one that set examples that was never set for me\n  start_ms: 211320\n  end_ms: 214300\n- text: I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n  start_ms: 214300\n  end_ms: 218330\n- text: And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n  start_ms: 218330\n  end_ms: 222750\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 222750\n  end_ms: 225700\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 225700\n  end_ms: 228620\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 228620\n  end_ms: 231620\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 231620\n  end_ms: 234850\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 234850\n  end_ms: 238020\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 238020\n  end_ms: 241060\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 241060\n  end_ms: 244000\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 244000\n  end_ms: 245990\n- text: In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  start_ms: 245990\n  end_ms: 248850\n- text: Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  start_ms: 248850\n  end_ms: 252180\n- text: Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  start_ms: 252180\n  end_ms: 255890\n- text: Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  start_ms: 255890\n  end_ms: 258050\n- text: See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  start_ms: 258050\n  end_ms: 262140\n- text: My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  start_ms: 262140\n  end_ms: 264340\n- text: That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  start_ms: 264340\n  end_ms: 267340\n- text: That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n  start_ms: 267340\n  end_ms: 270540\n- text: They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  start_ms: 270540\n  end_ms: 273480\n- text: And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  start_ms: 273480\n  end_ms: 276340\n- text: I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  start_ms: 276340\n  end_ms: 280110\n- text: Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  start_ms: 280110\n  end_ms: 282870\n- text: I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  start_ms: 282870\n  end_ms: 285920\n- text: Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n  start_ms: 285920\n  end_ms: 289020\n- text: Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n  start_ms: 289020\n  end_ms: 291940\n- text: And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n  start_ms: 291940\n  end_ms: 295270\n- text: My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n  start_ms: 295270\n  end_ms: 298180\n- text: And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n  start_ms: 298180\n  end_ms: 301390\n- text: I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n  start_ms: 301390\n  end_ms: 304680\n- text: And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n  start_ms: 304680\n  end_ms: 307520\n- text: But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n  start_ms: 307520\n  end_ms: 309820\n- text: And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n  start_ms: 309820\n  end_ms: 313580\n- text: And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n  start_ms: 313580\n  end_ms: 316990\n- text: I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n  start_ms: 316990\n  end_ms: 319700\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 319700\n  end_ms: 320810\n- text: For your eyes\n  start_ms: 320810\n  end_ms: 322660\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 322660\n  end_ms: 327620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 327620\n  end_ms: 332530\n- text: For your eyes\n  start_ms: 332530\n  end_ms: 334860\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 334860\n  end_ms: 339720\n- text: For your eyes do you understand?\n  start_ms: 339720\n  end_ms: 342560\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 342560\n  end_ms: 346770\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 346770\n  end_ms: 369250\n- text: One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  start_ms: 369250\n  end_ms: 372680\n- text: What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  start_ms: 372680\n  end_ms: 375370\n- text: I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  start_ms: 375370\n  end_ms: 378060\n- text: But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  start_ms: 378060\n  end_ms: 381370\n- text: He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  start_ms: 381370\n  end_ms: 385360\n- text: When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  start_ms: 385360\n  end_ms: 388920\n- text: I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  start_ms: 388920\n  end_ms: 391410\n- text: I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n  start_ms: 391410\n  end_ms: 393850\n- text: But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  start_ms: 393850\n  end_ms: 396440\n- text: I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  start_ms: 396440\n  end_ms: 398780\n- text: In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  start_ms: 398780\n  end_ms: 401150\n- text: I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  start_ms: 401150\n  end_ms: 403990\n- text: That's the way I wished my family lived\n  start_ms: 403990\n  end_ms: 405820\n- text: But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n  start_ms: 405820\n 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Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  start_ms: 407980\n  end_ms: 412030\n- text: He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  start_ms: 412030\n  end_ms: 415380\n- text: But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n  start_ms: 415380\n  end_ms: 419650\n- text: I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  start_ms: 419650\n  end_ms: 424130\n- text: With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  start_ms: 424130\n  end_ms: 427470\n- text: Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  start_ms: 427470\n  end_ms: 431770\n- text: And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  start_ms: 431770\n  end_ms: 434850\n- text: Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  start_ms: 434850\n  end_ms: 436560\n- text: This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  start_ms: 436560\n  end_ms: 440060\n- text: I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n  start_ms: 440060\n  end_ms: 443050\n- text: Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  start_ms: 443050\n  end_ms: 446060\n- text: That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  start_ms: 446060\n  end_ms: 449120\n- text: Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  start_ms: 449120\n  end_ms: 452300\n- text: Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  start_ms: 452300\n  end_ms: 455940\n- text: '''Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl'\n  start_ms: 455940\n  end_ms: 458950\n- text: To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  start_ms: 458950\n  end_ms: 461940\n- text: Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  start_ms: 461940\n  end_ms: 466580\n- text: Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  start_ms: 466580\n  end_ms: 469830\n- text: Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n  start_ms: 469830\n  end_ms: 472820\n- text: Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  start_ms: 472820\n  end_ms: 475840\n- text: Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  start_ms: 475840\n  end_ms: 478900\n- text: Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  start_ms: 478900\n  end_ms: 482080\n- text: Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  start_ms: 482080\n  end_ms: 484870\n- text: Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  start_ms: 484870\n  end_ms: 488320\n- text: Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  start_ms: 488320\n  end_ms: 491230\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 491230\n  end_ms: 492160\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 492160\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  For your eyes only\n  (For your eyes)\n  For your eyes only, for your eyes only\n  (For your eyes)\n  For your eyes only\n\n  Hey\n  Niggas be dying on the daily\n  It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\n  Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\n  Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n  'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\n  Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\n  Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black\n  Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n\n  And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\n  Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\n  Like I ain't out in the field like that\n  I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\n  Despite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\n  Screaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\n  That's what you call it\n  Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\n  This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\n  I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\n  But these felonies be making life the hardest\n  Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\n  Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n  That's why I write this sonnet\n  If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n  Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n  If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n  In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n  But because you still alive\n  He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n  So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n  So I know how part of you feels\n  Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n  Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\n  I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n  And fiends that smoke rocks\n  I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n  I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n  Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n  Don't know if I ever had a chance\n  At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n  But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n  Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\n  My Pops shot up, drug related\n  Mama addicted\n  So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n  Blood was staining the concrete\n  Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n  That slow money, picked up the family business\n  By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n  'Round the same time you came in this world\n  Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\n  I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n  For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n  I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n  This crooked ass system set for me\n  And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n  The one that set examples that was never set for me\n  I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n  And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\n  They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n  Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n  And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\n  My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n  And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n  I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n  And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n  But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n  And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n  And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n  I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\n  But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  That's the way I wished my family lived\n  But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n  I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\n  I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\n  Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n  To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\n  Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  For your eyes only\n"},{"id":29274101,"name":"4 Your Eyez Only","trackName":"4 Your Eyez Only","artistName":"J. 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got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\nThis is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\nI try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\nBut these felonies be making life the hardest\nResisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\nOr run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\nThat's why I write this sonnet\nIf the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\nPlay this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n(For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nYou're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\nIf you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\nIn the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\nBut because you still alive\nHe got me praying that the spiritual is real\nSo I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\nSo I know how part of you feels\nMaybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\nLife goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\nI hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\nAnd fiends that smoke rocks\nI've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\nI'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\nNow I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\nDon't know if I ever had a chance\nAt a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\nBut Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\nInnocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\nMy Pops shot up, drug related\nMama addicted\nSo Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\nBlood was staining the concrete\nOlder niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\nThat slow money, picked up the family business\nBy the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n'Round the same time you came in this world\nMe and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\nI told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\nFor the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\nI was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\nThis crooked ass system set for me\nAnd now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\nThe one that set examples that was never set for me\nI'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\nAnd if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes, do you understand me?\nFor your eyes, do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nIn several ways I could've went out, too many to count\nWas it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\nWas it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\nNiggas don't know how to act in a drought\nSee baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\nMy views misshaped by new mixtapes\nThat confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\nThat real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\nThey just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\nAnd if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\nI was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\nDucking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\nI pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\nMuch broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\nInto a box, where your son don't even know his pops\nAnd the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\nMy worst fear is one day that you come home from school\nAnd see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\nI got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\nAnd sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\nBut maybe there's a chance that it's not\nAnd this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\nAnd I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\nI love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\n\nFor your eyes\nFor your eyes only\nFor your eyes do you understand?\nFor your eyes only\n\nOne day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\nWhat he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\nI tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\nBut I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\nHe said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\nWhen times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\nI dealt with the repercussions of my actions\nI know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\nBut that shit was in my blood, you know my life\nI know your momma nigga, send my love\nIn case I never get a chance to speak again\nI won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\nThat's the way I wished my family lived\nBut my granny crib was in the 'jects\nI had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\nHe said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\nBut I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\nI got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\nWith that said I'm proud to say I was a father\nWrite my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\nAnd so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\nDon't you ever scratch or disrespect it\nThis perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\nI dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\nAffected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\nThat sent your pops to prison when he needed education\nSometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\nAlthough that means that I would never be brought into this world\n'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\nTo take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\nBarely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\nGirl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\nNot because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\nNot because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\nNot 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\nNow your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\nNot because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\nNot because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\nYour daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\nFor your eyes only","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.76] Yeah\n[00:07.39] For your eyes only\n[00:10.42] (For your eyes)\n[00:13.58] For your eyes only, for your eyes only\n[00:19.48] (For your eyes)\n[00:22.46] For your eyes only\n[00:24.13] Hey\n[00:24.83] Niggas be dying on the daily\n[00:26.74] It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\n[00:30.87] Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\n[00:33.75] Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n[00:36.99] 'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\n[00:40.18] Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\n[00:43.43] Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black\n[00:45.86] Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n[00:49.80] And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\n[00:52.77] Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\n[00:55.88] Like I ain't out in the field like that\n[00:58.01] I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\n[01:01.07] Despite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\n[01:04.20] Screaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\n[01:06.46] That's what you call it\n[01:07.44] Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\n[01:11.25] This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n[01:13.77] I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\n[01:16.98] But these felonies be making life the hardest\n[01:19.05] Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\n[01:22.27] Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n[01:25.27] That's why I write this sonnet\n[01:26.68] If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n[01:29.73] Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n[01:33.33] (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n[01:36.68] (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n[01:39.36] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:42.62] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:45.67] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:48.62] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:51.76] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[01:54.90] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[01:58.07] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[02:01.03] For your eyes only\n[02:02.16] You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n[02:05.16] If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n[02:08.91] In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n[02:12.19] But because you still alive\n[02:13.33] He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n[02:16.13] So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n[02:19.27] So I know how part of you feels\n[02:21.12] Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n[02:24.23] Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n[02:27.34] I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n[02:29.93] And fiends that smoke rocks\n[02:31.39] I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n[02:33.70] I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n[02:36.39] Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n[02:39.86] Don't know if I ever had a chance\n[02:42.06] At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n[02:45.83] But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n[02:49.04] Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n[02:51.84] My Pops shot up, drug related\n[02:54.12] Mama addicted\n[02:55.07] So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n[02:58.18] Blood was staining the concrete\n[03:00.00] Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n[03:04.24] That slow money, picked up the family business\n[03:07.00] By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n[03:10.77] 'Round the same time you came in this world\n[03:13.46] Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n[03:16.47] I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n[03:19.87] For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n[03:22.73] I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n[03:25.90] This crooked ass system set for me\n[03:28.23] And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n[03:31.30] The one that set examples that was never set for me\n[03:34.32] I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n[03:38.33] And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n[03:42.74] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:45.74] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:48.61] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:51.66] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[03:54.88] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[03:58.06] For your eyes, do you understand me?\n[04:01.09] For your eyes, do you understand?\n[04:04.07] For your eyes only\n[04:05.95] In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n[04:08.88] Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n[04:12.14] Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n[04:15.82] Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n[04:18.02] See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n[04:22.18] My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n[04:24.38] That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n[04:27.34] That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n[04:30.56] They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n[04:33.46] And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n[04:36.34] I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n[04:40.11] Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n[04:42.86] I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n[04:45.91] Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n[04:49.07] Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n[04:51.93] And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n[04:55.28] My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n[04:58.11] And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n[05:01.34] I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n[05:04.62] And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n[05:07.51] But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n[05:09.86] And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n[05:13.56] And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n[05:16.95] I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n[05:19.71] For your eyes only\n[05:20.88] For your eyes\n[05:22.62] For your eyes only\n[05:27.58] \n[05:32.59] For your eyes\n[05:34.83] For your eyes only\n[05:39.72] For your eyes do you understand?\n[05:42.57] For your eyes only\n[05:46.79] \n[06:09.29] One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n[06:12.60] What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n[06:15.31] I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n[06:18.02] But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n[06:21.32] He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n[06:25.30] When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n[06:28.99] I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n[06:31.46] I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n[06:33.86] But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n[06:36.44] I know your momma nigga, send my love\n[06:38.71] In case I never get a chance to speak again\n[06:41.17] I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n[06:43.91] That's the way I wished my family lived\n[06:45.82] But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n[06:47.94] I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n[06:52.04] He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n[06:55.31] But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n[06:59.65] I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n[07:04.18] With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n[07:07.43] Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n[07:11.76] And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n[07:14.85] Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n[07:16.59] This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n[07:20.02] I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n[07:23.06] Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n[07:26.07] That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n[07:29.15] Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n[07:32.26] Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n[07:35.90] 'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n[07:38.97] To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n[07:41.93] Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n[07:46.50] Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n[07:49.87] Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n[07:52.85] Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n[07:55.82] Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n[07:58.90] Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n[08:02.05] Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n[08:04.81] Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n[08:08.37] Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n[08:11.21] For your eyes only\n[08:12.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 4 Your Eyez Only\n  artist: J. 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222740\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 222740\n  end_ms: 225740\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 225740\n  end_ms: 228610\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 228610\n  end_ms: 231660\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 231660\n  end_ms: 234880\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 234880\n  end_ms: 238060\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  start_ms: 238060\n  end_ms: 241090\n- text: For your eyes, do you understand?\n  start_ms: 241090\n  end_ms: 244070\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 244070\n  end_ms: 245950\n- text: In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  start_ms: 245950\n  end_ms: 248880\n- text: Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  start_ms: 248880\n  end_ms: 252140\n- text: Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  start_ms: 252140\n  end_ms: 255820\n- text: Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  start_ms: 255820\n  end_ms: 258020\n- text: See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  start_ms: 258020\n  end_ms: 262180\n- text: My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  start_ms: 262180\n  end_ms: 264380\n- text: That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  start_ms: 264380\n  end_ms: 267340\n- text: That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n  start_ms: 267340\n  end_ms: 270560\n- text: They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  start_ms: 270560\n  end_ms: 273460\n- text: And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  start_ms: 273460\n  end_ms: 276340\n- text: I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  start_ms: 276340\n  end_ms: 280110\n- text: Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  start_ms: 280110\n  end_ms: 282860\n- text: I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  start_ms: 282860\n  end_ms: 285910\n- text: Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n  start_ms: 285910\n  end_ms: 289070\n- text: Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n  start_ms: 289070\n  end_ms: 291930\n- text: And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n  start_ms: 291930\n  end_ms: 295280\n- text: My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n  start_ms: 295280\n  end_ms: 298110\n- text: And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n  start_ms: 298110\n  end_ms: 301340\n- text: I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n  start_ms: 301340\n  end_ms: 304620\n- text: And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n  start_ms: 304620\n  end_ms: 307510\n- text: But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n  start_ms: 307510\n  end_ms: 309860\n- text: And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n  start_ms: 309860\n  end_ms: 313560\n- text: And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n  start_ms: 313560\n  end_ms: 316950\n- text: I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n  start_ms: 316950\n  end_ms: 319710\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 319710\n  end_ms: 320880\n- text: For your eyes\n  start_ms: 320880\n  end_ms: 322620\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 322620\n  end_ms: 327580\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 327580\n  end_ms: 332590\n- text: For your eyes\n  start_ms: 332590\n  end_ms: 334830\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 334830\n  end_ms: 339720\n- text: For your eyes do you understand?\n  start_ms: 339720\n  end_ms: 342570\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 342570\n  end_ms: 346790\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 346790\n  end_ms: 369290\n- text: One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  start_ms: 369290\n  end_ms: 372600\n- text: What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  start_ms: 372600\n  end_ms: 375310\n- text: I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  start_ms: 375310\n  end_ms: 378020\n- text: But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  start_ms: 378020\n  end_ms: 381320\n- text: He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  start_ms: 381320\n  end_ms: 385300\n- text: When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  start_ms: 385300\n  end_ms: 388990\n- text: I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  start_ms: 388990\n  end_ms: 391460\n- text: I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n  start_ms: 391460\n  end_ms: 393860\n- text: But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  start_ms: 393860\n  end_ms: 396440\n- text: I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  start_ms: 396440\n  end_ms: 398710\n- text: In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  start_ms: 398710\n  end_ms: 401170\n- text: I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  start_ms: 401170\n  end_ms: 403910\n- text: That's the way I wished my family lived\n  start_ms: 403910\n  end_ms: 405820\n- text: But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n  start_ms: 405820\n  end_ms: 407940\n- text: I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  start_ms: 407940\n  end_ms: 412040\n- text: He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  start_ms: 412040\n  end_ms: 415310\n- text: But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n  start_ms: 415310\n  end_ms: 419650\n- text: I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  start_ms: 419650\n  end_ms: 424180\n- text: With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  start_ms: 424180\n  end_ms: 427430\n- text: Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  start_ms: 427430\n  end_ms: 431760\n- text: And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  start_ms: 431760\n  end_ms: 434850\n- text: Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  start_ms: 434850\n  end_ms: 436590\n- text: This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  start_ms: 436590\n  end_ms: 440020\n- text: I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n  start_ms: 440020\n  end_ms: 443060\n- text: Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  start_ms: 443060\n  end_ms: 446070\n- text: That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  start_ms: 446070\n  end_ms: 449150\n- text: Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  start_ms: 449150\n  end_ms: 452260\n- text: Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  start_ms: 452260\n  end_ms: 455900\n- text: '''Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl'\n  start_ms: 455900\n  end_ms: 458970\n- text: To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  start_ms: 458970\n  end_ms: 461930\n- text: Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  start_ms: 461930\n  end_ms: 466500\n- text: Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  start_ms: 466500\n  end_ms: 469870\n- text: Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n  start_ms: 469870\n  end_ms: 472850\n- text: Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  start_ms: 472850\n  end_ms: 475820\n- text: Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  start_ms: 475820\n  end_ms: 478900\n- text: Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  start_ms: 478900\n  end_ms: 482050\n- text: Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  start_ms: 482050\n  end_ms: 484810\n- text: Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  start_ms: 484810\n  end_ms: 488370\n- text: Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  start_ms: 488370\n  end_ms: 491210\n- text: For your eyes only\n  start_ms: 491210\n  end_ms: 492060\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 492060\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n  For your eyes only\n  (For your eyes)\n  For your eyes only, for your eyes only\n  (For your eyes)\n  For your eyes only\n\n  Hey\n  Niggas be dying on the daily\n  It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly\n  Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal\n  Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal\n  'Cause young niggas is hard headed, they letting off\n  Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause\n  Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black\n  Plus it's hot now, the cops outside it's hard to flip a pack\n\n  And my daughter gotta eat, her mama be stressing me\n  Like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet\n  Like I ain't out in the field like that\n  I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back\n  Despite the charges, back to the wall I fight regardless\n  Screaming \"Fuck the law\", my life is lawless\n  That's what you call it\n  Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven\n  This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic\n\n  I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets\n  But these felonies be making life the hardest\n  Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet\n  Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it\n  That's why I write this sonnet\n  If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break\n  Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it\n  (For your eyes) For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  You're probably grown now so this song'll hit you\n  If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you\n  In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God\n  But because you still alive\n  He got me praying that the spiritual is real\n  So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too\n  So I know how part of you feels\n  Maybe you hate me, maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me\n  Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me\n\n  I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots\n  And fiends that smoke rocks\n  I've seen far too many niggas hopes rot\n  I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance\n  Now I see death around the corner, apologizing in advance\n  Don't know if I ever had a chance\n  At a glance I'm a failure, addicted to pushing paraphernalia\n  But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once\n  Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years\n\n  My Pops shot up, drug related\n  Mama addicted\n  So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging\n  Blood was staining the concrete\n  Older niggas I loved talked like they was above maintaining a time sheet\n  That slow money, picked up the family business\n  By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence\n  'Round the same time you came in this world\n  Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?\n\n  I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of\n  For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen\n  I was nineteen, it took me two felonies to see the trap\n  This crooked ass system set for me\n  And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be\n  The one that set examples that was never set for me\n  I'm living fast, but not fast enough 'cause karma keeps catching up to me\n  And if my past becomes the death of me, I hope you understand\n\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes, do you understand me?\n  For your eyes, do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  In several ways I could've went out, too many to count\n  Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout?\n  Was it the young nigga, blasting frustrated 'cause the cash running out?\n  Niggas don't know how to act in a drought\n  See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed\n  My views misshaped by new mixtapes\n  That confirmed the shit I learned from in the streets was true\n  That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you\n\n  They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo\n  And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food\n  I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops\n  Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you\n  I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views\n  Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you\n  Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops\n  And the cyclical nature of doing time continues\n\n  My worst fear is one day that you come home from school\n  And see your father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news\n  I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon\n  And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true\n  But maybe there's a chance that it's not\n  And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels\n  And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes\n  I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you\n\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n\n  For your eyes\n  For your eyes only\n  For your eyes do you understand?\n  For your eyes only\n\n  One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling\n  What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling\n  I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing\n  But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling\n  He said \"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing\n  When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me\n  I dealt with the repercussions of my actions\n  I know you tried to steer me away from that shit\n\n  But that shit was in my blood, you know my life\n  I know your momma nigga, send my love\n  In case I never get a chance to speak again\n  I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib\n  That's the way I wished my family lived\n  But my granny crib was in the 'jects\n  I had to interject like, \"Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?\"\n  He said \"Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions\n  But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side\n\n  I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed\n  With that said I'm proud to say I was a father\n  Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready\n  And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only\n  Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it\n  This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son\n  I dedicate these words to you and all the other children\n\n  Affected by all the mass incarceration in this nation\n  That sent your pops to prison when he needed education\n  Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better\n  Although that means that I would never be brought into this world\n  'Cause my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a white girl\n  To take back to Jonesborough with Little Zach and Cole World\n  Barely one years old, now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told\n  Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold\n  Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old\n\n  Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues\n  Not 'cause he went from bagging up them grams to serving Os\n  Now your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard\n  Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars\n  Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true\n  Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you\"\n  For your eyes only\n"}]