Chorus (x2):
Sometimes the sun doesn't shine,
yet you're still looking up over for something that enlightens
most times the light starts to die
but you never fail to hope that it comes back to brighten

Ra1 Verse: Yo, have you ever heard about Malcom?
he was one of many kids who had nothing to be proud of
Broken home, happiness wouldnt even emerge
Pops never gave a fuck, he was left without words
And always wondered why he was kicked to the curb
he held on to his faith, but still didnt know where to turn
by coincidence, shit would only get worse
thought of the possibility that his birth was a curse
Now he dwelled on his life for quite sometime
even the brightest of days he had no sunshine
but above all, he would never come cryin'
he embraced his way of living he was never done tryin'
He'd try to avoid the problems that he was facin'
even hoped at times that soon his breath would be taken
through the day, he'd ponder plans on how to make it
wishing in the future his dreams would be real and awakened
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Most times the only thing that had him sane was his relationship
never woulda' thought that she woulda' turned and gave the quits
she hardly gave a shit, so things were mad rough
couldn't run away shit got rougher than dandruff
Hung with the wrong clique but never really realized
the demise of his heart gottem' moving on with sealed eyes
he was blinded to the fact mom was worried now
caught up in the devils creation, his blood was dirty now
After the rocky road, he began to move
blessed that the crazy didn't come attack him soon
got stuck to some beats overheard around the block
started looking up some beats searching for some vinyl spots
A new addiction he started to get attach to
only benefitted him he had nothing to look back to
he began a new life with crafts of intrumentation
never woulda' thought that this music would come and save him

Aver Verse:
There tommy sits in a pool of his own tears
I guess father drank to many of those beers
i guess mom went out so she wasn't even near
to hear the shrieks and see him shooken from the fear
but this was just another round with pops
because countless time has he told him to stop
but daddy never listened, no he didn't
until it was his face that was bloody and kicked in
a deep breath and a lit cigarette
left over hate still thumping in his chest
exhales the cancer and gets all his stuff
momma knows now this aint no damn bluff
still shaking head full of nervousness
only 14 and life slaps him with the test
looks at the sky wondering why
thought it was a movie but the credits didn't roll by
he didn't cry this kid understood
sometimes life is like boys in the hood
oh well not everything was really that swell
played some music and listened to some del
this funky homosapian was fed up with the wrong life
alright so he turned around over night
with all his might he grabbed that mic tight
tommys words kept the listeners like a kite
high all night with no buddah in sight
swore one of these woman where about to cry
he looked to the crowed and sees his own mom
jumps off stage and asked her whats wrong
she said that her and the old man want him back
he said mom I can't just jump into the past
I got to do my own thing and the music is right here
points at his heart just to make it clear