Garden Songtext
von Medhane

Overworked and underpaid
Tryna get me something made
Black jacket when the thunder came
Talking with my brother Ca-leb
Say one of them, we been delayed, but
Niggas working, least until some change come
Late one, first out, obstacles to surmount, money to make
Funny how this shit just jumped on my plate
Swear I woke up grown, stuck by my lone
In the land of the free, looking for a little meaning
I ain′t see the precinct, but my bro did
And what my role is, gotta play your part
If them niggas lacking, call your king to raise the bar
Dreams close but they far (yea they far)
Felt the woe in the morn, hoping for more Said my soul was the cause, I'mma grow from the losses
Need me a portion, seize is a pawn up
Sweeping the floor with these funny cats
Stuck to where the money at, so don′t hit my line
Weeded what was mine, I could read between the lines
Of the shit these niggas do
Counting on my karma, be the thing that get me through
Fighting with these demons, but my brothers with me too
Traded in them scraps for a bigger piece to chew
Your closed eyes ain't gon' never see the truth
I remember coming home on the 52
Wishing for some loot, just to cop some food, but
Auntie had it in the fridge for me
School, it was them or me
Closer to my e-ne-mies than my brothers, in that garden


I′m just tryna make it to the morning
(Tryna make it to the morning)
I′m just tryna make it to the morning
(Morning, make it to the morning)
Yea, I'm just tryna make it to the morning