Been Thru The Storm

[Verse 1: Stevie Wonder]
Been thru the storm
Through the cold and rain
Everything's still the same
Can't control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to keep it real
You see the love of your life
With the fortune and fame
Like them Caddilacs with sun-roofs, man
So many ways to make a Dollar, ha!
Sometimes I think about my father
You see my papa was broke and my momma was young
Tryin' to blend in with dem city folk
Everyday landlord knocking down the door

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Listen, everybody wanna be famous
I don't give a... how funny the game is
They want it if its gonna be painless
They don't want it if it's gonna be strange
Full of tunnels and changes
I ain't gonna front
Ask my five-year-old son what he want
He said he want the world to know what his name is
I said be smart, boy
And told him he should follow his heart
'Cause if you trying to run from it, it's dangerous
We living in a era where the people is shameless
They gonna do whatever for the paper, you name it
Some come up real smooth
Anybody will try you
Some wanna use you, some wanna be used by you
Don't get it confused, yo
That's the key to survival
Choose your own view
If you don't see it as I do
But it's all substantial
I'm telling you its of the handle
That's the reason I'ma set an example
I've been through...

[Chorus: Stevie Wonder]
Been through the storm
Thru the cold and rain
Everything's still the same
Can't control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to keep it real
You see the love of your life
With the fortune and fame
Like them Caddilacs with sun-roofs man
So many ways to make a Dollar, ha
Sometimes I think about my father
You see my papa was broke and my momma was young
Tryin to blend in with dem city folk
Everyday landlord knocking down my door

[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Yeah! Look, everybody wanna get nice
But everything come at a price, right?
Err'body got their own price
That's something I learned
When people too nice
It's something that they want in return
Nine times out of ten
What they wanting is yearn
Or they just a little concerned
Of something to burn
People talk about respect
That's something that's earned
People that don't wanna give it when they know it's deserved
But it's real hot
And that kinda life they want it now
When the wheel starts spinning
It's tough to slow it down, Black
Wanna get the people involved
And show em how
If they don't wanna tell you the truth
You know it now
It's bout life '
Pressing in pursuit of that paper
And people worldwide on their worst behavior
And folks that was never really movers and shakers
Getting anxious suddenly they wanna be gangsta
But...

[Chorus: Stevie Wonder]
Been through the storm
Thru the cold and rain
Everything's still the same
Can't control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to keep it real
You see the love of your life
With the fortune and fame
Like them Cadillac with sun-roofs man
So many ways to make a Dollar, ha!
Sometimes I think about my father
You see my papa was broke and my momma was young
Trying to blend in with them city folk
Everyday landlord knocking down my door