Gratitude - Little Simz, The Hics

Oh, broken homes and lonely souls is all they know

All they’ve shown is courage despite the circumstances

Time is passing by, stars command the sky

Don’t play dumb by asking why

You already know how all the stories involve

Came here on my own, former that we leaving alone

Put my feet in the studio and call it my home

While others have got no way out

How blessed am I?

Nothing left to find

Your life’s on the line, don’t question mine

Take my advice, don’t stress in life

Arms out to you, you can rest your head in mine

I’m prepared to fly with no landing

I might just be the last one standing

They should know that Simz ain’t ramping

I came to show there’s more, I’m expanding

Still on my lonesome

Give a fuck, I’m chosen

Bit of luck and a wish, maybe we’ll get there

But for now, I’m zoning

Somewhere in the air, I’m floating

They will not control us

This the type of shit that ain’t never gonna sell

Man, you shouldn’t have told us that

Nah, you shouldn’t have

I’m crawling up these walls

But they won’t come down, no, they won’t come down

I’m tearing at the core

Till their words drown out, till their words drown

Clawing at the heart, the trust

You take the little pieces, covering up my soul

I’m just a fool in your game

My life, your prey

I ain’t never had a chance to do what I love

Ain’t nobody ever been encouraging me

I just stay indoors, wishing and dreaming

Maybe in another life, it will happen for me

I put all my energy into feeding my kids

Do they appreciate the sacrifice I made for 'em?

No, their daddy ain’t around and I have to make up excuses

As to why he hasn’t yet came for 'em, oh lord

Why did you pick me, lord?

What is it that you can see in me, lord?

I’mma write this down, something to report

No air in me, I’m learning to breathe more

How I feel insane, the effect is a glass ceiling

Do it cause I love it and not cause I’m tryna make a killing

Hell no, saying what I like, you can tell so

And if there’s a problem, hit me on my cell phone

Know a couple brothers talking through a jail phone

On their best behaviour but still walk it hibernal, shit’s fucked

No, I don’t owe you nuttin'

Talk that talk if you’re gonna do something

If I was in this position like a year ago

I probably would’ve fell off like a year ago

Fill my pockets, yeah, it’s money that we run alone

But fuck that, tell my people that I’m coming home

I’m coming home, boy

I’m crawling up these walls

But they won’t come down, no, they won’t come down

I’m tearing at the core

Till their words drown out, till their words drown

Clawing at the heart, the trust

You take the little pieces, covering up my soul

I’m just a fool in your game

My life, your prey