Chords for Brodha V - Aathma Raama [Music Video]

_ [Fm] _ Mic check, mic check.
_ [Cm] [Fm] Yeah, the mic alright?
Thanks a lot.
Huh.
_ [Cm] Yo.
[Fm]
It's Brother Wee.
Some of you might have heard of me.
[Ab] I talk about money, I talk [Db] about rap music, I talk about getting high.
[Ab] But now, [Eb] I'ma talk about God.
[Fm] Back in the time when I was lacking a dime, my hopeless youth had me slowly get [Cm] attracted to [Fm] crime.
The tight of the lines, the pocket of our practical minds, held the force within me yet all [Cm] my talents [Fm] combined.
An actor, a mom, enlightened, I decided to run.
Delighted and excited, planning [Cm] to rap till I'm [Fm] brown.
Started spilling ink on the paper and planned to get zoned.
But the world is biased so wild, they got me [Eb] slappity [Fm] fined.
Never got a chance, they never let me spit on the mic.
Only cause they come [Eb] from the land where people ain't white.
Day [Ab] and night I keep flowin', completing [Db] all my demo tracks, despite [Eb] being denied the right by anti [Fm]-democrats.
Unleashed my wings through music and tans.
The culture was shocked, they [Eb] got my whole community tanned.
It's when I [Ab] close my eyes and [Db] talk to God, peace in [Eb] my head, I'm singing this song and it goes [Fm] _
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Life _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] is an octopus trying to choke you with tentacles.
Survive by only those approved to be sensible.
With only two choices, good and the bad.
The hardest part is to be choosing a path.
Check this, [F] I could've got myself in dealing with drugs.
Or maybe pop a week of drugs and then we're [Ebm] dealing with thugs.
Maybe blow up my mother's money, [Fm] spending on coke.
Faking attitude for winning all them feminine votes.
One point in time I got abducted, foolish lies, was doing now.
Thought it [Cm] was cool to get [Ab] in the brutal fights.
[Db] I even had the thrill and urge to kill.
The next [Ab] second the whole [Eb] field reversed the guilt.
[Fm] I was offered a gun, that's when I dropped it for a mite.
Took rap as a career [Cm] and they thought that this was right.
I close [Db] my eyes and give my thanks to God, [Bbm] peace in my head, I'm singing [Eb] this song and it goes [Fm] like_
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] [Fm] I'm being frank and I'm speaking my mind naked.
Everyday on my knees praying [Eb] to God that [Fm] I make it.
The only hope to keep me going is I know I'm autistic, 11th extreme.
My haters [Cm] agree I'm [Fm] God gifted.
But they told me to lay around like clinical bait.
When there's mayhem in my head it's [Cm] a subliminal [Fm] rape.
Speculate monotony for me is cursed as death.
I'm only halfway through the race but [Cm] we ain't further [Fm] than death.
One day I wish to be like Eminem or Tupac and have a million [Eb] people's head.
And brother we, you rock and maybe wish [Db] to have a girl like Emma Watson or even [Eb] accept a Grammy on stage.
But mama's watching, but till [Fm] then I'ma see days when the weather be rough.
I better be tough, [Ab] brother we gon' never give [Eb] up.
Now [Ab] I'ma close my eyes [Db] and talk to God, peace [Eb] in my head, I'm singing this song and it goes [Fm] _
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_ _ _ _ [Eb] I'ma close [Ab] my eyes and talk to God, peace in my head, I'm [Eb] singing this song and it goes [Fm]
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