歌手:Busta Rhymes
专辑:《The Big Bang》

作词 : Cavaliere, Clervoix, Moore ...
Been Through The Storm （Version |Explicit |Explicit ）-Busta Rhymes （斯塔·瑞恩）/Stevie Wonder （提夫·汪达）
Been through the storm
Through the cold and rain
Everything's still the same
Can't control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to keep it real
You see the luxuries in life
With the fortune and fame
Like them Cadillacs with sunroofs mayne
So many ways to make a dollar
Huh sometimes I think about my father
You see my poppa was broke
And my momma was young
Tryin to blend in with them city folk
Every day landlord knockin down my do'
Wonderin where my next blessing is comin from
My momma and poppa moved to the U S
As Jamaicans
Struggled to get visas
And green cards through immigration
Though my pop was po'stayed away
From crime and malice
Hard living gave him hard hands and callous
As a young'n peep how much
They loved each other's space
His hard hands rubbin against
The pretty skin of my mother's face
Dig for treasure 'til his hands
Looked like hands of a junkie
So coarse slap a mule and take
The life from a donkey
On the other hand mommy was
The type to work two jobs
Never enough money that's why
I got your whole crew robbed
Got older developed ways of grippin the steel
Barely home for me to see her
Or get a good cooked meal
Seek refuge in the alleged
Land of the free lookin
Blendin in with city folk
Down in Flatbush Brooklyn
Feel a little of my pain
Follow and sing to it
Homey I seen it all if you
Ain't knowin I been through it
In other words I
Been through the storm
Through the cold and rain
Everything's still the same
Can't control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to keep it real
You see the luxuries in life
With the fortune and fame
Like them Cadillacs with sunroofs mayne
So many ways to make a dollar
Huh sometimes I think about my father
You see my poppa was broke
And my momma was young
Tryin to blend in with them city folk
Every day landlord knockin down my do'
Wonderin where my next blessing is comin from
Got a little older late teens
Me and my crew would huddle
On the corner late nights
Plottin to escape struggle
Nights got cold and still
Would hustle in the same place
In front of Pancho Delis
Now the freeze up on a ni**a face
1987Reaganomics ever curious
To visit other cities
Out of town kick was serious
Guayanese jeans bounce
Put whatever slinger on
Whatever slinger came back
Quickly brought me right along
Ni**a ran away from home
Doin different wild sh*t just to put
A pair of Filas on 'Didas on
Wreck is all for the good gettin into sh*t
Like we innocent actin older than should
Walk around broke in the hood
Watchin all the rich niggaz
These younger thugs who try
To choke and try to get niggaz
Thinkin 'bout my mom and pop
While I'm monopolizin
To hell with just gettin by and economizin
It's kinda hard bein humble
In the belly of struggle
Doin things that probably get you in trouble
That's why we stay up on the block
Gettin money while we keepin it safe
In front of churchgoers keepin the faith
Mom and pop be worryin for they son
Despite they struggle and their honest
Livin look and see just what I become
A scavenger in brute pursuit to be happy
Another young'n that's wildin
I been through the storm
Through the cold and rain
Everything's still the same
Can't control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to keep it real
Woooooooooooooo-whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh
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