Best I Can
Best I Can
If you had your grandmother‘s ear, after your adolescence, what would you say? This song is for the self-aware…for the folks who are trying to be the best they can.
BEST I CAN
Written by Vincent Charlow (ASCAP), Nabil Ince (BMI), Andrew Huang (BMI), Royce Lovett (BMI)
© 2022 Common Hymnal Publishing (ASCAP), SoLore (ASCAP), Common Hymnal Digital (BMI), Mighty Boy Publishing (BMI), Seaux Chill Publishing (BMI), Royce Lovett Music (BMI) (admin by IntegratedRights.com). CCLI 7206987.
VERSE 1 (Seaux Chill)
Grandma, I’m catching blessings, made it to 25
Grandma, I heard yo message, I gotta treat em right
Grandma, I’m tryna love and grow the best I can
The best I can
1996 that’s when it all changed
I never try to fight the trip long as ya heart straight
You always fight so I’ont dip
Every time the vibe gon slip
Somehow you tightened up yo grip
That why you called Saint
Appalling the thoughts I think from time to time
I could hear the spirit right and still decide to cross the line
I know that you don sacrificed and taught me right
Like when I should apologize and when it’s right to draw the line
Cuz n**s tweakin all time
I always write you know the vibe
Mans stay hungry
Always munchin on munchies
Always bummin on Sundays
Different countries squad be brunchin
No land to call my own land
No land to call my home land
Get God up on the phone man
I’m closed until I’m open
I gotta move
I got a whole lotta s**t left to do
On top of a whole lotta s**t left to prove
N**s be sleeping on kid they a fool yeah
Cocoa butter kisses I’m missin they always got me through
But we still keep in touch your love livin is proof
VERSE 2 (Andrew Blooms)
Grandma, I’m catching blessings, made it to 25
Grandma, I heard yo message, I gotta treat em right
Grandma, I’m tryna love and grow the best I can
The best I can
奶奶，我爱你
我在想你
Sometimes I wish my that my Chinese wasn’t so funny
But I was raised up in a place where dark skin is the enemy
So I shed the skin that I was in and took on a new identity
I clothed myself in white, thinking it could change my chemistry
Thought my squinty eyes were like a modern form of leprosy
I swallowed all the comments, but my stomach got the best of me
Till I realized it was white folks still tryna manifest they destiny
Ama, over here they don’t care too much for you and me
I feel caught between two worlds, overwhelmed by they complexity
See I ain’t light enough to live in Nashville Tennessee
But I ain’t dark enough to pretend like I drink Hennessy
So Who the f**k am I, I’m tired of everybody tellin me
Imma stand up on my own, imma realize my own dignity
Imma write us a song, imma score us a symphony
Wish you could see me now, 黄安竹 turned out so exquisitely
VERSE 3 (Royce Lovett)
Grandma, I made it to 32
Grandma, I sho’am missing you
Grandma, I’m trying love folks the best I can
The best I can
Sometimes I want to throw my hands up
Or throw hands with somebody
With no chance dat they would ever dance at a party
Take they legs
But how selfish of me
To want to see another man fail
Hate is ugly
Then angry jail
But what’s lover without connection
A father with out protection
That’s not slavery
That’s hell dat majority will never step in
How you did it grandma?
I see the stares and they hurt me
Wish I knew my grandpa
I wish could see where he was hurting
To check out and throw his hands up
Maybe he just did the best when the plans got tuff
Now my dad got dis product in my hair, to make sure that it’s in order
So if I’m loud in class they don’t label me with disorder
My skin is chocolate, ice cream man is watching his daughter
Academia demonize my kind from ancient tombs
But I’m older now
Think I did well for myself
Digging deep in tapping water
I’ll pass a bag for the wealth
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