Shanghai Summers

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Chow Mane - Rap

Shanghai Summers

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[Verse 1] Momma grew up by the fields in the countryside by the river Shanghai summers, cicadas buzzin' til winter Couldn't afford meat, rice and vegetables for dinner I close my eyes and sometimes I feel like I could remember The fire inside burns bright, started as a ember She used to catch beetles, put strings around their antennas 'Member childhood days 'fore anyone had agendas Who could tell most us grow up to be somе sinners/ The farms turned to high risеs Our memories only exist inside our head now They weighin' on her mind she keeps her head down She splashes in the puddles on the road just before sundown While grandma makin' silk from the worms and it breaks her thumbs down Way before the one child Just one room with her brother Their mom and dad ain't love each other but they stayed together happily That's life, huh? They were way stronger than I, huh So look me in the eyes like what you know bout sacrifice, huh? So look me in the eyes like what you know bout sacrifice So look me in the eyes [Verse 2] So let me tell bout that same old story bout a dollar and a dream When she left her family to find some opportunity Cuz though she finished her degree she always felt like something more The grass is always greener even if it turn out worse So she, packed her bags And she, hopped on a jet And she, came to a land Where she, tried to forget Bout the, friends she had And the, lovers she missed For the chance at something new she traded way her happiness Every night she studied English, in the day turned to a waitress When she had me in her 20s that was really somethin' major And in the dark she missed her mom wish she could talk wish she could call Cuz in this land away from home it was only strangers, so alone Her husband's family just never really saw her as their own And at home, no one she could conversate with at her lows So they split paths, for family reasons or so I was told Workin' 3 jobs, midnight shift at a early age gettin' old Bags under her eyes to get a bag to keep the lights on Momma this your fight song, hustle every night song Fingers to the bone just to provide now ain't that right ma? Don't wanna just survive we workin' hard so we can thrive So what you know bout sacrifice, huh? So what you know bout sacrifice, huh?

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  • Chow Mane