From the hood, man, life wasn’t sweet, Grew up hard, surviving in the streets. Father was violent, fists would fly, Every day I felt like I could cry. Mum, she was like a flower fairy, A hippie, soft, but the drink got heavy. Alcohol had her lost in a dream, I felt trapped in between, caught in the scream. The struggle was real, no way to cope, Every turn, felt like I was losing hope. I hit the bottom, didn’t know what to do, Life felt cold, no way to break through. Then came the day, the law locked me down, Jailborough, Paremoremo, I was bound. Seventeen, just a kid in the game, But locked in that cell, things never stayed the same. In that darkness, Krishna sent His light, Srila Prabhupada’s words shining so bright. The Bhagavad Gita landed in my hand, A gift from the gods, I could finally stand. I started reading, feeling the vibe, Truth hit my soul, I came alive. From the streets to the cell, I began to see, Krishna was always there, watching over me. Every verse, it broke the chains, No more drowning in the world’s pain. Srila Prabhupada, he gave me the key, To unlock my mind and truly be free. I was raised in the struggle, hard as it gets, But Krishna consciousness erased the regrets. From a father’s fists to a mother’s tears, I let go of my anger, my doubts, my fears. Now I’m standing tall, grateful every day, For Krishna’s mercy, and His holy way. Srila Prabhupada, you brought me the truth, From the Gita’s pages, I found my roots. So here’s my thanks, from the streets to the sky, For lifting me up, for helping me fly. I met the Prabhupad when I was feeling low, Now I walk in light, I’ve got that Krishna glow. From the prison to freedom, I found my soul, Now I’m walking strong, complete and whole. No more struggles, I’ve found my place, Living in Krishna’s eternal grace.
You see man, we're seen as easily replaceable, just another dude that'll probably not amount to much, in this unfortunate, harsh world, for a man to matter he has to make himself matter, build himself up, make a name for himself, be unlike most. And that's not meant to be easy. its not gonna be easy, Its gonna be the most dreadful thing, but to crawl out of the vile depths of replicability, we must go through and complete this challenge, with an unstoppable force of will and a little bit of luck, you can do it. I know you can, let us crawl out of the depths we were born in and make a certain part of our world our playground, as Powerful Men.
Yes be tough. I'm homeless because of my weaknesses. As of today I'm out the house, I was barely making it before addicted, now it got the best of me because I was weak. Pray for me. I'll pray for you
@@conorallen100 When a person doesn't see living as a good thing anymore, do you go and tell him "you're twelve"? That's some low-level shit, man. He can be fucking 12, 10, hell, even 8, if he has that mentality and tell him "you're just a kid lmao", then you should seek help
So many good deep feelings attached with this music 😞
Then I realised I created everything inside my mind.
All were just my dreams ✨
Thank you! New sub btw,I was trying to find the song so thank you!
Thx it mean a lot
This song really makes me feel like I’m drowning, like my chest is full of water and my heart can barely breather if that makes sense
From the hood, man, life wasn’t sweet,
Grew up hard, surviving in the streets.
Father was violent, fists would fly,
Every day I felt like I could cry.
Mum, she was like a flower fairy,
A hippie, soft, but the drink got heavy.
Alcohol had her lost in a dream,
I felt trapped in between, caught in the scream.
The struggle was real, no way to cope,
Every turn, felt like I was losing hope.
I hit the bottom, didn’t know what to do,
Life felt cold, no way to break through.
Then came the day, the law locked me down,
Jailborough, Paremoremo, I was bound.
Seventeen, just a kid in the game,
But locked in that cell, things never stayed the same.
In that darkness, Krishna sent His light,
Srila Prabhupada’s words shining so bright.
The Bhagavad Gita landed in my hand,
A gift from the gods, I could finally stand.
I started reading, feeling the vibe,
Truth hit my soul, I came alive.
From the streets to the cell, I began to see,
Krishna was always there, watching over me.
Every verse, it broke the chains,
No more drowning in the world’s pain.
Srila Prabhupada, he gave me the key,
To unlock my mind and truly be free.
I was raised in the struggle, hard as it gets,
But Krishna consciousness erased the regrets.
From a father’s fists to a mother’s tears,
I let go of my anger, my doubts, my fears.
Now I’m standing tall, grateful every day,
For Krishna’s mercy, and His holy way.
Srila Prabhupada, you brought me the truth,
From the Gita’s pages, I found my roots.
So here’s my thanks, from the streets to the sky,
For lifting me up, for helping me fly.
I met the Prabhupad when I was feeling low,
Now I walk in light, I’ve got that Krishna glow.
From the prison to freedom, I found my soul,
Now I’m walking strong, complete and whole.
No more struggles, I’ve found my place,
Living in Krishna’s eternal grace.
No one asks me how i am at my lowest ... But guys should be tough anyways right?
You see man, we're seen as easily replaceable, just another dude that'll probably not amount to much, in this unfortunate, harsh world, for a man to matter he has to make himself matter, build himself up, make a name for himself, be unlike most. And that's not meant to be easy.
its not gonna be easy, Its gonna be the most dreadful thing, but to crawl out of the vile depths of replicability, we must go through and complete this challenge, with an unstoppable force of will and a little bit of luck, you can do it.
I know you can, let us crawl out of the depths we were born in and make a certain part of our world our playground, as Powerful Men.
You're twelve
Yes be tough. I'm homeless because of my weaknesses. As of today I'm out the house, I was barely making it before addicted, now it got the best of me because I was weak. Pray for me. I'll pray for you
@@loafofbread7413 bros homeless listening to music online
@@godrevenant811124 hr Dunkin donuts
This song made me feel depressed bruh
when you’re dead, someone takes off your VR and asks how was it
da poebat' mne
No one can tell me who I should or shouldn't become and I've became a monster some say, but in reality I've became much much worse just like life
What?
You're twelve
Every person is clearly different. Be yourself, don't listen to other people saying bad stuff about your qualities.
@@conorallen100 When a person doesn't see living as a good thing anymore, do you go and tell him "you're twelve"? That's some low-level shit, man. He can be fucking 12, 10, hell, even 8, if he has that mentality and tell him "you're just a kid lmao", then you should seek help
Bro thinks he's in an edit💀
your heart only feels as your brain shows
Peace
Песня про то, когда не можешь выполнить процесс дефекации(пишу образно, чтобы коммент не забанили)
SO..... I TRY MY BEST TO MAKE COMBO OF THIS MUSIC WITH MY OWN PAIN😖
Fe
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