Yon Cash - Bendición

There’s quite a few things that I’m mad at
I grew up seeing my mother being an addict
Although whatever I wanted I always had it
The thought of that shit is colder than the attic
I was raised in a basement below average
So when you spoke about being broke I know how that is
But I love you Bianca cause you kicked that habit
I know it’s hard going forward then moving backwards
These are words from my book of life’s chapters
Before the fame, no name, no status
Just those days and nights no Gladys
But I’m glad it’s over so now that I’m older I can go back and look at it
And thank God that you stood past it, this is a hood classic
I was a hard headed kid that use to get his ass kicked
For tryna light up sofas with your book of matches
Tough words spoke louder than my actions
A four year old wanting to control the atlas
Felt like Hulk Hogan, Tony Atlas
But I was still your lil' skinny bony bastard
Although my Dad was... there every weekend taking me to Queens to go and see my Grandma
You know I can’t forget about you Nana and God bless my Great Grandmother Clara
Bendición Grandma
Rolling Haze, burning J’s, records playing backwards
Back in the days in Dad’s Cadillac was shooting cap guns
Your Son's got a ton weighing on his shoulders
The days are shorter, nights became the coldest
Everyday stories written on these corners
They say we're here today, gone tomorrow
No sorrow for those who ain’t follow the street code
I just played the game without the cheat codes
Lived long enough to see a rose from the street grow
Mikey made it past fourteen hundred and four weeks old
And it’s f4t until my cheeks froze
This is the path that we chose
Lucky me a four leaf clover
A pot of gold for when our reigns over
We came to close just to lose it all
You live to fight another day, win, lose or draw
Far from perfect but I paint pictures
Poetry of pleasure and pain I create scriptures
Light fixtures twitching in the dark hallways
Mixed emotions from chilling in the projects all day
With "No Way Out" like Diddy’s debut
Nightmares wishing these dreams really came true
I should pray everyday and be thankful
I should pray anyway and be grateful
For the days I had a plate full and threw the other half away
Man I hope there’s a pathway to this paradise
Before I perish, gotta visit Paris twice
Parabellums at your cerebellum, turn you to parasites
It all started from a pair of Nikes

Written by:
Michael Hu

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