ฟังเพลงPractice for Hope (Explicit)

Practice for Hope - Qwel

It breaks me down to think how we've grown

But i still see you as a shorty I'm the sucker I know

I realize it but don't believe it and hopefully you'll get home

My soul to keep we both the suckers not just busting in poems

Receiving letters gotta stack of em scratch on my soul

Like prison bars with clenching fists gripping

It's practice for hope

I read a kite flown like nine times

And slide out a pen

To recollect upon our youth and truth like nine outta ten

When cinder blocked locked and hollowed

Right's a hard walk to follow

Tomorrow's never promised

Honest but honestly I trust that God knows

Our struggles Harvey to the Jungle

It's hard to be humble

When all we sees trouble and poverty bubbles

And policies stumbled

Some fam man

When I cried all I can

Tried to be the bigger brother

Hide my smile in my hands

To swallow piling sands of time slide in

Mike got a daughter

I try to hit you with some hope and sight the mics I done slaughtered

I brought it to 'em like we said we would I see you sometimes

In the strangest heinous places painted faded sunshine

You’re like a shorty to me still son

Ghost is my celly

Remembrance of yesters essences

Much love your bro qwelly

I think about it sometimes I think about how we’ve grown

I think about you still a shorty who’s the sucker I know

I realize it but don't believe it and hopefully you'll get home

My soul to keep we both the suckers not just busting in poems

I think about it when I'm eating this burger

How you ain't free to eat burgers

Just stuck for lust sleeping with murderers

It turns this burger into sand in my stomach who knew

That we'd be living our lives decisions

Skewed hued through a skewed view

A cruel youth produces bruised fruit

Philosophies land fill

Systems inducing cats that curiosity just cant kill

It's lock and key and stand still no sleep for our brethren

Treating kings just like they slaves COs reading our letters

Depleting our centers and leaving weeping mothers in winter

It drives our fathers to insanity when families splintered

'Cause a letters never a hug and now my windows just pain (pane)

Sitting like a shitty whisper in its rain painted frame

This pain painted brain strain for praying bursting insane

Cursed to burdens here were chained to this earth spin

It turns us into monsters fighting beasts from its belly

I still be praying for your freedom every second dog love and peace qwelly

It breaks me down to think how we've grown

But I still see you as a shorty I'm the sucker I know

We realize it but don't believe it and hopefully you'll get home

My soul to keep we both the suckers not just busting in poems

It breaks me down to think how we've grown

But I still see you as a shorty I'm the sucker I know

We realize it but don't believe it and hopefully you'll get home

My soul to keep we both the suckers not just busting in poems