Long Run - Smino, Via Rosa

Where I was growing up

They called coroner

Around the corner

Every morning

Where the fuck Tom Joyner?

No fair, it ain’t fair how

The murder rate

Fermanate Ferguson out to Fairground

Shit made me wanna

Sell my soul through the music

Put the streams on water

Ancestors on my head

My uncle my barber

Blood suckas want my bread

So I ordered the garlic

Hustled too hard, these blessings ain’t yours

So when I

Pull up and park it, my front seat a toilet

Shit of

Course I’m a target, they hope I get martyred

Lose ya

Corpse in a corporation

Ten years of cooperation

Been wanting to throw bows at Becky

Been wanting to throw jabs at Jason

Gotdamn need a long vacation

Bong rip and a bad bitch

Thick fine with them dimples on it

Love how it shake when it’s that thick

Lil' seminar on the simmer down

Feel a lil' more ambitious now

Never doubt what you dream about

Never fear what you feelin' now

Even when you knew my truths

Even when you knew my mistakes

Said you loved me anyway

Said you loved me anyway

Oh Lord, gimme a sign

Show me a way

I been alone

I been afraid

And you were s’posed to be there for me in the

Long run

What have you done?

Where I was growing up

Stanley and Marlon

Did it big on the corner, every morning

Had etc on 'em

Encountered a jump out

Them boys undercover

To fuck us it all made sense now

Shit made me wanna

Tippy toe when I’m moving

Pray I don’t get bothered

Cut my hair low for the gig

Can’t nap on the guala

Only way they let me in

Was speaking so very proper

But fuck that, no it don’t stop here

I knock the sign over speeding

Traits of the greatest, I’m balling

Tracy McGrady

I swear I, hate police, hate them

Nah nigga, they don’t wanna see me shine

Straight to the paper regardless

Bitch we ballin'

Not a slave to the fear

Anymore, I won’t allow it

Watchin' tapes of these kids gettin' killed

Lookin' like me

Cut that shit off

They can’t desensitize me

I realized that in clusters they can’t touch us

I’ve been tusslin' with my brothers and my sisters about lovin'

'Cause this country don’t love us

It ain’t for us, mane, fuck 'em

And you were s’posed to be there for me in the

Long run

What have you done?

Don’t give me no

Give me no reason to doubt you

'Cause I was living just fine

Living my life without you

And you were s’posed to be there for me in the

Long run

What have you done?