Outside in - Şevin, Marcel Jackson, Sevin Duce

If you only knew where I’ve been

Things that I’ve seen

The pain and the hurt

The losing to win

If you could walk in my shoes

To see how it feel

You would change your mind

From the outside looking in

Seven Duce.

what’s good big boss?

Blood stained verbs paint pictures on the curbs canvas

Disturbed and damaged trying to manage cuz loyalty vanished

Life a TV show every episode is manic

Out in Kansas and sorry we are not campin'

Just a bear that spilt porridge in a peeled taurus what a warrior

War he was built for it

As far as disrespect he’ll still kill for it

He’s cold hearted and inside of his chilled ???

Heart of a minister with sinister thoughts

Feelin' so broke I don’t know my soul could be bought

Dream of a queen yes but rather slide with a thot

Got a bible in the stick colder than me on the Glock

Uh, I just pray for when the sin come

Can be sole provider for my daughter’s with no income

It’s real in the field taking losses trying to win some

And there’s no peace in the streets can you send some?

If you only knew where I’ve been

Things that I’ve seen

The pain and the hurt

The losing to win

If you could walk in my shoes

To see how it feels

You would change your mind

From the outside lookin in

Yo it’s real… it’s really real

Ay ay

To the average I’m gettin cabbage and living lavish

Status like a VVS

Forged by the ave I’m too savage to let them see me stressed

Deployed to battle I travel that’s why you see me less

And if you gon' come for my saddle you better be the best

These people see the blessings they don’t see the test

How he’s depressed and he definitely needs to be refreshed

They’d rather murder me than see me blessed

Cuz they publicly broadcasting my services no PBS

'He's going deep better throw him a rubber'

I used to eat what you’d throw in the gutter

Trying to do my best to make sure that a man of God

Is what I’m showing my brother

And how a real G don’t fear nobody blowin' his cover

I keep 100 on the bottom of the weapon in fact

The drum be lookin like the chop come with a testicle sack

Niggas play with it

I stay with it

The cater can have your momma lookin' like a Raider fan

Dressed up in black

That’s why my music got a message attached

We feelin' strangulated

Look at all these gang related that’s up in Sac

The conditions in the west been known

But they don’t offer us no counseling

For post traumatic stress syndrome

Why’d he get murdered cuz he left his home

He wanted his name in lights

He gon' have to settle for 'em etched in stone

I got grown man problems makin' baby cheese

Bills comin' once a month like when my lady bleeds

A single father gotta teach my son his ABC’s

Same time I’m out here rockin' tours like they made of keys

And the madness is people always covet what my status is

Like lookin' at my lady sayin' «my girl ain’t as bad as his!»

But what they don’t see this dime I’m wit got AIDS though

And your lady came with everything you prayed for

So be grateful for her and just be faithful

And appreciate the time you’ve been given cuz you can’t make mo'

I was born in hell but I was Christ destined

Where you can get the wrong answer for the right question

I used to feel like light left him in the night section

Where you can get your life lessened due to life lessons

Take it blow it shake it throw it

You’re fake you’ll never know it til the dice restin'

My only concern was blowing up

But now it’s growing up

Cuz I could get rich and still end up failing my people

Cuz I don’t know enough

If you only knew where I’ve been

Things that I’ve seen

The pain and the hurt

The losing to win

If you could walk in my shoes

To see how it feels

You would change your mind

From the outside lookin in