My Life (Santinos Theme) - Social Club Misfits

From the beautiful island of P. R

Bodiqua that’s my DNA

They asking me why I go so hard (tell em) that second youngin is on the way

And wife is saying she want to stay home and take care of him i’m like of course

So I’m out here grinding on my grown man sucka I been hopped of the porch

The perception will have it I’m new in the game to the genre perhaps but been

doing my thing

2005 I was signed to Sony but me doing that didn’t do me a thing

But I went to prison anyway around the same time that I got signed so oh well

Couldn’t drop no albums from jail but I still spit 16s so well

I came home lyrically still the king on my throne

Not much changed since I last left when I first off which was first off gotta

buy me a phone

This is the life of the prodigal son in the flesh with my dreams to buy my

family a house

I confess I gotta achieve that Santino my son needs to know that I be’s that

and never gon have to ask where I be’s at

This is that fire you better believe that

This is that hunger I know that you see that

I thank God that He gave mama mi back I mean she prayed so hard

Lord looked out couldv’e been so scared

Young boy fascinated with the streets my God

Now I’m tell em about my King on beats my job

D Flow with the perfect instrumental high five

Fernie

When I look back on everything that you done for me

Your mercy and grace or them angels above me the way that you love me,

the way that you love

The prodigal son in the flesh I’m a mess when I try to do things on my own

I can’t do it so the least I can do is when I write you this music the sense

here is I can be

I just give you my life, I just give you my life

Not worried about anything, anything at all give you my life

I just give you my life, I just give you my life

Not worried about anything at all my Father

You know I give you my life

It’s amazing to see me on stages from the places I been to I know

My mama was praying through nights for her baby I made it you know

This is that music that stopped the abuse when I the started writing

If y’all know what I went through Steven Spielberg would be called to direct

the movie I’m writing

I whip it, I whip it, I whip it that’s all been hearing y’all saying

I’m whipping the flesh into shape when I’m spitting

Reminding my self of his grace and forgiveness

I know all you rapping is not my calling to fulfill your missions

So if your out there listening I’m working on this movement no disrespect

The boys from the Social on deck may I spit you my soul that’s on ev

And that’s short for everything y’all can have that the Lord promised me heavy

bling

I spit that flow you play for your mother, your father, your sister,

your brother, your auntie, your uncle, your neighbor above you

Here go the part where I tell you He love you

And I do it to save you, the PK who felt he was stuck in a bubble

Went to the streets and he started to hustle

I ran with the fam we got it from the muscle

When I discovered I rhymed I got on my grustle

Putting out theftings like Russell

But Lord I put no one above you

Fernie