Pouring Rain - Emmit Fenn, Victor Kwesi Mensah

He never knew his father, the only home he had was the block

Crack in the sock, just a rebel with a hand full of rocks

Cadillac on D’s like Pamela Anderson’s top

Had to have a night to fill a void from not having a pops

See, his old man was a dope head, never had J’s, just

Mother worked all kind of jobs, broke her back tryna provide

But the local smack dealers outside who he idolized

When they bang, the disciple signs light up the night like fireflies

He wanna be them, so he gotta be in, anything to numb the pain

Only 12, serving fiends, soaking in the pouring rain

And I hope that we can face this together

Any city, every weather

In the line and in the pouring rain, in the pouring rain, oh

And I hope that we can face this together

Any city, every weather

In the line and in the pouring rain, in the pouring rain, oh

He never knew his son, how to be a man and teach it to his son

He ain’t have a father, that shit come back like karma

He ain’t have a job or income tax, he barely knew his mama

She was 16 when her water broke

Tryna get a start of coke, not start a family

He never had a plan or a plan B

He was sent overseas to fight Afghani’s

And came home addicted to the candy

How could you champion a child

When you trampled to the ground?

Gotta have it, you can’t navigate around with a GPS

He seen a shorty standing at the CVS

He knew he had work, he seen it in his eye like CBS

He walked up to him, shorty said, «What you want?»

That’s when he realized he was buying crack from his own son

And I hope that we can face this together

Any city, every weather

In the line and in the pouring rain, in the pouring rain, oh

And I hope that we can face this together

Any city, every weather

In the line and in the pouring rain, in the pouring rain, oh