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The 305 Testimony lyrics
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Intro
Yeah... this that real 305 testimony... Liberty City to the world...
Verse 1
Born where the palm trees hide the yellow tape glow Liberty City nights, momma work three jobs slow Hurricane water still stain the carpet floor Opa-locka corners where the choppa sing low Breezy on the block with the zaza in the air Single wide trailer, bills stack like a prayer The Dade pull you under but the dream fight back 305 blood in my veins, never turn my back
Chorus
I testify, 305, pain in my veins From the block to the beach we breakin' these chains Pray for the block, yeah we pray for the block Turn the pain to power, that's the real Miami talk I testify, 305, rise from the mud Garage prayers lift us, show 'em what we blood Pray for the block, yeah we pray for the block South Florida saints, we never gon' stop
Verse 2
Lost my dawg to the streets when the beef got hot Pompano nights where the sirens never stop Momma cryin' in the kitchen with the lights turned low I was slangin' on the corner just to make it grow The causeway dreams but the block pull you back Friends turn to ghosts with the yellow tape stack Garage studio light like a prayer in the dark Pen to the pad tryna heal up the scars
Chorus
I testify, 305, pain in my veins... yeah From the block to the beach we breakin' these chains... Pray for the block, yeah we pray for the block...
Verse 3
See the system designed for the young ones to fall Cops on the corner, probation for all Hurricane Andrew left the scars on the soul But we rebuild stronger, that's the Miami code 954 to 305, the struggle unite Single moms hold it down through the long nights Politicians talk but the hood stay the same We the voice for the voiceless, breakin' out the frame
Bridge
Yeah... this for every kid in the hood feelin' lost Every mom prayin' her son don't pay the cost We see the pain but we turn it to art Music the escape, the light in the dark
Verse 4
Yellow tape on the corner where the shorty used to play Biscayne breeze carry the pain every day Lost three dawgs to the game before I turned eighteen Now the choppa in the closet but the dream still clean The ends taught me hunger, the block taught me fight Garage lights flickerin' like a prayer in the night From the trap to the stage, we carryin' the weight South Florida rose, breakin' out the gate
Verse 5
Now the music my testimony, spread it 'cross the Dade Help the youngins see the light before the light fade From Liberty City concrete to the world stage light Pain was the teacher, now we teachin' right 305 forever, 954 in my blood Garage prayers answered, rise above the mud For every single mom and every lost dawg soul We turn the pain to power, make the broken whole
Chorus
I testify, 305, pain in my veins... From the block to the beach we breakin' these chains... Pray for the block, yeah we pray for the block... we pray
Outro
This that 305 testimony... real...
Inside the recording
Yeah... this that real 305 testimony... Liberty City to the world...
I testify, 305, pain in my veins From the block to the beach we breakin' these chains
This that 305 testimony... real...
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