4 Your Eyez Only

Album: 4 Your Eyez Only (2016)
Charted: 29
  • Yeah, for your eyes only (for your eyes)
    For your eyes only, for your eyes only (for your eyes)
    For your eyes only

    Hey, niggas be dying on the daily
    It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly
    Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal
    Control the block, serving up rocks and stay subliminal
    'Cause young niggas is hardheaded, they letting off
    Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause
    Ain't no coming back, family dressed in black
    Plus it's hot now, the cops outside, it's hard to flip a pack
    And my daughter gotta eat
    Her mama be stressing me like I ain't the one who put them Jays on her feet
    Like I ain't out in the field like that
    I might be low for the moment but I will bounce back
    Despite the charges, back to the wall, I fight regardless
    Screaming, "Fuck the law," my life is lawless
    That's what you call it
    Ain't got to be no psychic to see this is like the farthest thing from heaven
    This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic
    I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets
    But these felonies be making life the hardest
    Resisting the temptation to run up and swipe a wallet
    Or run up on your yard, snatch your daughter bike and pawn it
    That's why I write this sonnet
    If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break
    Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it
    (For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it
    (For your eyes)
    For your eyes only

    For your eyes, do you understand?
    For your eyes, do you understand me?
    For your eyes, do you understand?
    For your eyes, do you understand me?
    For your eyes, do you understand?
    For your eyes, do you understand me?
    For your eyes, do you understand?
    For your eyes

    You probably grown now so this song'll hit you
    If you're hearing this, unfortunately means that I'm no longer with you
    In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God
    But because you still alive
    He got me praying that the spiritual is real
    So I can be a part of you still, my pops was killed too
    So I know how part of you feels
    Maybe you hate me
    Maybe you miss me, maybe you spite me
    Life goes in cycles, maybe you'll date a nigga just like me
    I hope not, I'm tired of dope spots
    And fiends that smoke rocks
    I've seen far too many niggas' hopes rot
    I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance
    Now I see death around the corner, 'pologizing in advance
    Don't know if I ever had a chance
    At a glance, I'm a failure
    Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
    But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
    Innocence disappeared by the age of eight years
    My Pops shot up, drug-related
    Mama addicted
    So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging
    Blood was staining the concrete
    Older niggas I loved talked like they was above, maintaining a time sheet
    That slow money, picked up the family business
    By the age of thirteen, six years later was handed sentence
    'Round the same time is when you came in this world
    Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?
    I told her Nina, the prettiest name that I could think of
    For the prettiest thing my eyes had ever seen, I was nineteen
    Took me two felonies to see the trap
    This crooked ass system set for me
    And now I fear it's too late for me to ever be
    The one that set examples that was never set for me
    I'm living fast, but not fast enough
    'Cause karma keeps on catching up to me
    And if my past becomes the death of me
    I hope you understand

    For your eyes, do you understand?
    For your eyes, do you understand me?
    For your eyes, do you understand?
    For your eyes, do you understand me?
    For your eyes, do you understand?
    For your eyes, do you understand me?
    For your eyes, do you understand?
    For your eyes

    It's several ways I could've went out, too many to count
    Was it the trigger happy crackers that the badges give clout
    Was it the young niggas, blasting frustrated cause the cash running out
    Niggas don't know how to act in a drought
    See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed
    My views misshaped by new mixtapes
    That confirmed the shit I learned in the streets was true
    That real niggas don't speak when they beef with you
    They just pull up on your street, let the heat achoo
    And if a real nigga hungry he gon' eat your food
    I was a fool, spent all my time ducking school, ducking cops
    Ducking rules, hugging blocks that don't love you
    I pray you find a nigga with goals and point of views
    Much broader than the corner, if not it's gon' corner you
    Into a box, where your son don't even know his pops
    And the cyclical nature of doing time continues
    My worst fear is one day that you come home from school and see your
    Father face while hearing 'bout tragedy on news
    I got the strangest feeling your Daddy gonna lose his life soon
    And sadly if you're listening now it must mean it's true
    But maybe there's a chance that it's not
    And this album remains locked in a hard drive like valuable jewels
    And I can teach you this in person like I'm teaching you to tie your own shoes
    I love you and I hope to God I don't lose you
    For your eyes only

    For your eyes
    For your eyes only
    For your eyes
    For your eyes only
    For your eyes do you understand, for your eyes

    One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling
    What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling
    I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing
    But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice and it was chilling
    He said "Jermaine, I knew you since we was children I never asked for nothing
    When times was hard I never had discussions with you begging you to help me
    I dealt with the repercussions of my actions
    I know you tried to steer me 'way from that shit
    But that shit was in my blood, you know my life
    I know your Momma nigga, send my love
    In case I never get a chance to speak again
    I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib
    That's the way I wished my family lived
    But my granny crib was in the 'jects
    I had to interject like, "Nigga what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?"
    He said "Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions
    But I've been having premonitions, just call it visions from the other side
    I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow, like the time I'm living on is borrowed
    With that said the only thing I'm proud to say I was a father
    Write my story down and if I pass go play it for my daughter when she ready
    And so I'm leaving you this record for your eyes only, don't you ever scratch or disrespect it
    This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son
    I dedicate these words to you and all the other children
    Affected by the mass incarceration in this nation
    That sent your pops to prison when he needed education
    Sometimes I think this segregation would've done us better
    Although I know that means I would never be brought into this world
    'Cuz my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a
    White girl to take back to Jonesborough with
    'Lil Zach and Cole World barely one years old
    Now it's thirty years later making sure the story's told
    Girl your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was cold
    Not because he was the first to get some pussy twelve years old
    Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues
    Not because he went from bagging up them grams to serving O's
    Nah your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cos he was hard
    Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars
    Not because he screamed fuck the law, although that was true
    Your daddy was a real nigga 'cuz he loved you"
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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