Marti Mar - Little Engine That Could Lyrics

I got a long way to go
Used to lock my eyes and try to dream how much they'll pay a show
Lady B said I'ma be aghast to see who I outgrow
The audacity they got to sleep, goddamn they hate fosho
Brodie eyes was close, he wasn't breathing, almost fainted slow
Black had faith that I could reach the stars first time he heard my flow
Most of the surprises life gave me, it ain't come with a bow
Music might be my profession, pray I grow to be a pro
Grandma told me that she loved the"Blessings" track because she know
She heard and observed every word it touched her
She always giving pointers for these hurdles, gotta love her
And we both know these days ain't easy, we pray for each other
On the other side of that wall, I'm praying for my brother
Damn
Set backs, and come backs, I had to let one take over
Noticed time don't wait for no one, and now that wait over
Tryna change my life, I pray God grant me a makeover
My vibe mad, she know she ain't my wife, she tryna stay over
She can't, I'm sorry in advance but
The trust ain't really there with her, although I really care for her
Whenever she's upset, she go calls on another man
How can I call you wifey?, you ain't never raise the bar for me
And every time we disconnect, you back out on the plan
Both got a lot to work on, I'm not tryna get my hurt on
Broski died cause of his bride, she left them get the upper hand
They put my kin to nap, I watched his mom put pain in napkins
Now she put a boogie in it, to coupe she likes to dance
I had to make something out of my life and do what's right
To let folks know that this for bro, because he never had the chance
I often catch chills from the waves in the ocean
Remember back then, I used to try to brush these feelings off
All that faith I had, I thought my boy wasn't going
But now my dawgy gone, I'm always finding myself feeling lost
Immunity in my community without communication
But I think that we all can agree that it's too late to talk
Already was written, rather the trench say I'm different, not a rapper
I'm an artist, flip a page and I go paint a thought
Thought that they might say I'm more than good
I'm just too misunderstood, with major pain
It took hard training to survive here in the woods
When no one would ride for you, I was the little engine that could
Yeah, yeah