Brother Ali - The Only Life I Know
Bodies decorated with tattoos and chains trying to put armor between you and pain.
How many hip-hop artists can rip a Jake One beat, smash mics with Freeway, make Carson Daily a legit fan, and get Dr. Cornell West to close out a track?
Brother Ali just dropped one hell of an uplifting album. While others whine about the country railing down the road to perdition, Brother Ali brings a sense of realism to the table. We are a country founded on the fundamentals of lifting oneself up by ones bootstraps, but what happens when those bootstraps are weathered? That's the premise of the album. What to do when you're bootstraps can't afford another tug...
Lyrics: Brother Ali - Only Life I Know
It's my life
Yeah the only one that I'll ever know
Feeling extra low
Please let me go
Oh... Lord... No...
It's my life
Yeah the only one that I'll ever know
And it stress me so
God bless my soul
Oh... Lord... No...
Whether it's the projects or trailer park mess
Raggedy apartment complex
With a stressed out single mom sitting on the steps
Waiting on the mailman looking for a check
Boys on the corner pushing out their chest
Questing for anything that resemble respect
Young girls swing their hip with every step
Looking for affection settling for sex
Bodies decorated with tattoos and chains
Trying to put armor between you and pain
Wood grain steering wheel the bass bang
Loud enough to drown out the hatred in your brain
The only out is smoking out
Get lean get wet get meth get tore down
Cause who the hell would want to stick around
Put me in a haze I ain't never coming down
It's my life
Yeah the only one that I'll ever know
Feeling extra low
Please let me go
Oh... Lord... No...
It's my life
Yeah the only one that I'll ever know
And it stress me so
God bless my soul
Oh... Lord... No...
They just want to get you in the system stick you in a prison
Enlist you in the military ship you to the desert
Gigs don't exist for you to make a decent living
But we got three illegal wars that you can pick from
Keep stressing morals and personal decisions
Tell me what's moral about these conditions
Who decided you don't got enough to teach children
Stay spending billions on stadiums and prisons
How many routes can folks really choose
When you're oppressed only three lead to you
The first one is follow the rules and stay in school
And be the square dude that society approves
Get a little job or a shitty apartment
A subprime mortgage in a failing house market
And after a life of dedication and hardship
You die just as poor as you was when you started
Fuck that what's up with the second option
You can always hit the corner and try to get it popping
Get fast guap when you out robbing and clocking
But chances are that you probably die violent
Best hope that you got it getting knocked
End up with a job in a prison metal shop
They ain't paying nothing but 3 hots and a cot
Don't you know that's the biggest hustle they got
Or door three you could get on that welfare
They ain't trying to help they'll put you through hell there
Give you just enough so you're not going to starve
And constantly harass you while you looking for a job
If you do luck up and someone let you punch a clock
And they find out about then your check is getting docked
Can't win for losing they dehumanize you
You never get caught up you caught up in that cycle
It's my life
Yeah the only one that I'll ever know
Feeling extra low
Please let me go
Oh... Lord... No...
It's my life
Yeah the only one that I'll ever know
And it stress me so
God bless my soul
Oh... Lord... No...
How many hip-hop artists can rip a Jake One beat, smash mics with Freeway, make Carson Daily a legit fan, and get Dr. Cornell West to close out a track?
Brother Ali just dropped one hell of an uplifting album. While others whine about the country railing down the road to perdition, Brother Ali brings a sense of realism to the table. We are a country founded on the fundamentals of lifting oneself up by ones bootstraps, but what happens when those bootstraps are weathered? That's the premise of the album. What to do when you're bootstraps can't afford another tug...
Lyrics: Brother Ali - Only Life I Know
It's my life
Yeah the only one that I'll ever know
Feeling extra low
Please let me go
Oh... Lord... No...
It's my life
Yeah the only one that I'll ever know
And it stress me so
God bless my soul
Oh... Lord... No...
Whether it's the projects or trailer park mess
Raggedy apartment complex
With a stressed out single mom sitting on the steps
Waiting on the mailman looking for a check
Boys on the corner pushing out their chest
Questing for anything that resemble respect
Young girls swing their hip with every step
Looking for affection settling for sex
Bodies decorated with tattoos and chains
Trying to put armor between you and pain
Wood grain steering wheel the bass bang
Loud enough to drown out the hatred in your brain
The only out is smoking out
Get lean get wet get meth get tore down
Cause who the hell would want to stick around
Put me in a haze I ain't never coming down
It's my life
Yeah the only one that I'll ever know
Feeling extra low
Please let me go
Oh... Lord... No...
It's my life
Yeah the only one that I'll ever know
And it stress me so
God bless my soul
Oh... Lord... No...
They just want to get you in the system stick you in a prison
Enlist you in the military ship you to the desert
Gigs don't exist for you to make a decent living
But we got three illegal wars that you can pick from
Keep stressing morals and personal decisions
Tell me what's moral about these conditions
Who decided you don't got enough to teach children
Stay spending billions on stadiums and prisons
How many routes can folks really choose
When you're oppressed only three lead to you
The first one is follow the rules and stay in school
And be the square dude that society approves
Get a little job or a shitty apartment
A subprime mortgage in a failing house market
And after a life of dedication and hardship
You die just as poor as you was when you started
Fuck that what's up with the second option
You can always hit the corner and try to get it popping
Get fast guap when you out robbing and clocking
But chances are that you probably die violent
Best hope that you got it getting knocked
End up with a job in a prison metal shop
They ain't paying nothing but 3 hots and a cot
Don't you know that's the biggest hustle they got
Or door three you could get on that welfare
They ain't trying to help they'll put you through hell there
Give you just enough so you're not going to starve
And constantly harass you while you looking for a job
If you do luck up and someone let you punch a clock
And they find out about then your check is getting docked
Can't win for losing they dehumanize you
You never get caught up you caught up in that cycle
It's my life
Yeah the only one that I'll ever know
Feeling extra low
Please let me go
Oh... Lord... No...
It's my life
Yeah the only one that I'll ever know
And it stress me so
God bless my soul
Oh... Lord... No...
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