A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried But when I held that 9, all I could see was my mommas eyes No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble Not knowin its hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery of poverty No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on Me and my dawgs aint have a choice but to roll on We found a family spot to kick it Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we Gs We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace And in my minds eye I see this place, the players go in fast I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thugs mansion
Posted on: Mon, 24 Mar 2014 04:06:44 +0000