Omar Awbu - MERCÍ Lyrics

Young rich and grateful
Pain to breakthroughs
Hated and betrayed
I refrain
That's what Greats do
Hate is in the game
But the game always take 2
Cater out the plates that He made
So they stay full
Fakes persuade you
Fame can change you
Cradle to the grave I remain true
Faithful
Just be thankful
Take it with a grain bitter taste ate the grape fruit
Take away the praise
It's the vain you
Make use
Think of all you got
Fill the top
With the plain truth
Ya Rahman
Thank you for the good and bad
What I have and what I had
If I want ain't what you asked
Then I ask you take it back
Ya Rahman
Through pain or through depression
My aim ain't what they selling
Got the Book of Eli
No eyes
But I see the message
Vision
Ya Rahman