Pegz - Forsaken Lyrics
Yeah, yeah[Verse 1]Dear brother, what a strange dispositionI relate to the rhymes on the pages you've writtenEspecially that line bout one of eight siblingsHope ya follow ya dream and stay out of prisonA lot kids wards of state, slaves to the systemLetting emotions dictate how they're livingAnd I know what ya saying bout making a differenceBut it's hard to change the fact entertainments a businessAnd the bullshit can test a cat's creative convictionWhen all ya gots these words translating your visionDon't be discouraged by the haters and criticsThe pains another source of inspirational lyricsNever say that I'm gifted, my dedications religiousI don't need it explained, everyday is a privilegeA lot of good people have never made it to hear thisDear brother, hope this letter raises your spirits[Hook]It don't make no sense, it don't make noneSome get a break and the rest are forsakenIt don't make no sense, it don't make none[Verse 2]Dear sister, I got ya burnt CDAnd felt the urgency when I heard you speakEspecially that song called "Earn your keep"Did you really have a sister that worked the street?Yeah I know what you mean bout words are cheapBut sometimes they cut deep like surgeryAnd I tried to believe that we learn to breathBut the, truth burns like the third degreeI get a lot of demos, but you're the MCTo make 3 minutes feel like eternityWearing your heart on your sleeve with uncertaintyAnd there's no-one else I prefer to succeedI hope ya, nurture the dream, murder the beatAnd change every stereotype we learn to perceiveDear sister, you're disturbing our sleepDear sister, we all got dirt on our feet[Hook]It don't make no sense, it don't make noneSome get a break and the rest are forsakenIt don't make no sense, it don't make none[Verse 3]This is dedicated to the next generationFrom the school of hard knocks with the best educationSorry bout the time it took to replyDon't ever, think I forgot or pushed you asideYou can, read my mind with a look in the eyeBut I got no good advice a book couldn't provideEverybody's gotta survive a crooked designThey couldn't divide us with a butcher's knife, ay!I could have been another kid from the flatsAddicted to smack, no-one was gonna give me a handHad to stand on my own two, stick to the planWhen shit hit the fan, like the pyramid bankHad to recognize, realise, remember what it feels likeUnemployed on the dole, trynna keep the skills tightTrynna keep the dream alive before the will diesSee you at the end of the line[Hook]It don't make no sense, it don't make noneSome get a break and the rest are forsakenIt don't make no sense, it don't make none
