Listen to This When You Feel Tough

[Intro: Marty Mar]

They say life is like a box of chocolates

Well guess what?

I'm allergic to chocolate

[Hook: Fern]

A hundred shows, a hundred planes

Misfit gang, you know the name

Ridin' through my city, I don't feel the same

But when they see me they be yellin', "Boy, ain't nothin' changed!"

We back in this thing

Back up, we back up, we back in this thing

We back

Back in this thing

Back up, we back up, we back in this thing

Back in this thing

Back up, we back up, we back in this thing

Bang, bang, bang

Back in this thing

Back up, we back up, we back in this thing

[Verse 1: Fern]

Got wifey riding that space car

Independent never no A&R

Big flow, but I had a small chain on

'Til that first check came, now my chain long

Streets heavy livin' life awol

I be goin' in back to the same old

The same house stuck in the same hole

All I ever had was a vision of playing baseball

This that takeoff, wheels up, touchdown, left seat

The reason you know why they mess with the Club heavy

It's more than music, it started the frenzy

I speak how it is, It's okay to unfriend me

I'm not talking about Benz's or bezels

But you can tell your friends that Fern is about it

The movement is crowded and all of us wearing black

Imma stand out ya'll gon' see me, no problem

Where the options, options

We're the true synopsis

This is Frank Sinatra in the booth for pasta

Spittin' you that proper so the youth that's growin' up in the hood will prosper

Why Fern, why you do 'em like that?

I be spitting like a gat, cause the toolie go brat

Hollywood, homicide's number one

But before my life's done Imma show 'em God's son

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Martymar]

Wanna go my hombre?

I'm chillin with my homies, can't tell me nothing

Cause I got a clique, kinda like Kanye

Misfits on a mission, we born to be different

I found a bunch of kids like me

And they just like me, they don't fit in

I just got home, up and off a plane

I got so many miles my flight off France

I got so many friends, it's a lifestyle pump

And I gotta new number only for my fam, dang

Been a good year for me

I got a couple of friends, they not here for me

I've been talkin' to God, He been dealin' with me

But my [?] in the closet, no [?] for me

I think about my life now in retrospect

The voices that said we couldn't do it all became irrelevant

Dreams becomin' goals when they said that I would never win

But I can't limit myself to the places that they'll never be

[Hook]

[Outro: Fern's Mom]

Hi Lorenzo, I miss you son. We haven't seen you in a while. I know you've been working really hard for the Lord. I hope when you hear this message you know that I'm praying for you every day and I hope you know that we all miss you here at home. I know that you're doing a lot of work for the Lord Jesus Christ and we're trusting that He will be by your side and keep you safe until we see you real soon. We love you, we're real proud of you and we're looking forward to seeing you soon. Love, Mom