Family Matters (Ft. Harlem Childrens Zone)

[Chorus: Harlem Children's Zone]
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I think I should wake up
I think I wanna live my life
And you're just in my way
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I think I should wake up
I think I wanna live my life
And you're just in my way

[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott]
Her heart is confidential, she won't bother to discuss it
She said if love is real, then why can't I touch it?
And all her father says is that he wishes he was there
Thought them couple cans of beer would make them problems disappear
Feels like she bear the burdens of making the wrong moves
Paying the wrong dues, he blames it all on you
She got up out of that, and starter caps
She packed that bag, and to Chicago where it started at
The city, fallen angel cries out for the doves
Because she's survivin' man, regardless of where she was
Forever seein' life for what it was, saying music made it possible to love
When his house got scrubbed at the Arch Hill Diner
She left it all behind with nothing present to remind her of her pain
Before it went spinnin', runnin' circles down the drain
She knows she played the Urkel and it hurts her all the same

[Chorus: Harlem Children's Zone]
La la la
I think I should wake up
I think I wanna live my life
And you're just in my way
La la la
I think I should wake up
I think I wanna live my life
And you're just in my way

[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott]
She's forever in the wrong eyes
Don't bother to explain that's how the song cries
How you worked a Nine-to-Five to support your children?
How you got your money up and stack it to the ceiling?
You only messed with one man that lived in your hood
How you cooked him chicken, finger lickin' good
Misunderstood, cause you lived inside your mother's house
And you probably woulda stayed but she was buggin' out
And you got kids on the way, with no daddy to admire
So she goes to church so she can sit beside the choir
Hopefully things will change when the rain storm's through
Cause you know you got a son that you can hang on to
Magazines hurt your self esteem all the time
You keep em shut cause no one knows what's really on your mind
You try to find, but you're lost in this world, with a pearl that's rare
Nobody else can see it, so you feel that they don't care

[Chorus: Harlem Children's Zone]
La la la
I think I should wake up
I think I wanna live my life
And you're just in my way
La la la
I think I should wake up
I think I wanna live my life
And you're just in my way

[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott]
Never be as fun unless we both care
Cause I never threw the ball with my old man
Still smilin' even if I die today
Try reaching for the heavens but they truly miles away
I'm hopin' he would notice if I'm followin' my dreams
Or would he shoot 'em down cause it's something he never seen?
Thinking I could be the greatest, you let me hold a few
I hold it so your heart your holding everything I do
Momma turned a knucklehead into believer
I know I'll never leave her, so I'm praying through this fever
Planned it from the start, I never let it fall
I learned I had to get it in, if you don't get it all
And so I'm scared to lose it all, but I only wonder
If I had a bad fall, then there's always Summer
But never son em
They understand it now, what I do is what I plan to be
Spittin' good rhymes, good times with the family

[Outro: Harlem Children's Zone]
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