Artist: Quez Album: Declaring Shenanigans!!! Song: Get Grown Typed by: @QuezThePoet A daughter and a wife and Lord they're my life And Lord I sacrifice all so night I grind hard Whether poem peddler or puncher of time card I keep it moving til the peddle gives the metal grind scars And even though the powers that be pull the strings Like Geppetto, I stay sharp cut the line and fall Feet hit the floor walk tall on my own accord Even if it is a brawl to fight through brick walls I keep my fists balled cupped knuckles crackling Cause if they got your back they got your back like Bob Backlund By they I mean the government come behind you grappling Chicken Wing chock hold cackling Like hyenas, but through it all we all keep being dreamers We all look for redeemers whether you believe in Jesus Or you don't we're all just trying to keep our self esteem up When the engine gets cold and the temperature can freeze us Get Grown… (and get grown) Handle that shit all on your own and get grown And get grown (and get grown) Sit down young man and grow a pair of stones And get grown (and get grown) Get busy living or get busy dying get grown And get grown (and get grown) Get free get a life get going and get And get grown (and get grown) A wife and daughter, they say my life is over They say I might as well hang up my mic and move to Florida Or go to the opera for the fat lady singeth About a baby blocking dollars and a wife blocking yo penis (OHHHHHH) well fuck it they can have it all And if I never ball then I'll just brag bout how I'm raw On the microphone and make an emcee wet his panties Call me photosynthesis the way I'm sunning these pansies (OHHHHHHH) now back to getting grown Cause maybe I'm the chosen one to spit this shit shalom Or maybe it's coincidence I'm gifted with the poem Either or I just keep a keep, keep it on Like a burqa at a mosque or a yamaka at temple Just to simply pencil monumental Well here's an earful a mouthful an eyeful Be mindful that your better days are not behind you Get grown and get going (and get grown) Handle that shit all on your own and get grown And get grown (and get grown) Sit down young man and grow a pair of stones And get grown (and get grown) Get busy living or get busy dying get grown And get grown (and get grown) Get free get a life get going and get And get grown (and get grown) My wife that's my lady my daughter my baby girl Hip hop's my bitch if I pimp her to this world Am I wrong, in this land of sing song Is she the King Kong forced to be strong Locked with chains on, shackles from the arms To the feet is this defeat or should she just keep it on With them adolescent dreams of getting her free on Like them days when she was young but since been dethroned By white men in suits and forced to perform In ways that she never would have if she was home In ways that she never would have is she was grown Or at least aloud to grown they way she would if she were on Her own, instead of trademarked branded and owned She dreams of climbing empire states and she longs For these chains to break so she can dance and get gone Cause revolution is her jam and freedom her theme song She wanna get free and get grown (and get grown) Handle that shit all on your own and get grown And get grown (and get grown) Sit down young man and grow a pair of stones And get grown (and get grown) Get busy living or get busy dying get grown And get grown (and get grown) Get free get a life get going and get And get grown (and get grown)