Man Im doin bad Imma come real with it...It aint struggle that make a man, its how the man deal with it...Last days ya gotta recognize the negative ways and turn from em..We all make mistakes G but the key is to learn from em...Ive been blessed to come across a lil paper...Made a lick and spent it quick then had lost a lil paper..Appreciating what we got, we true hood scholars..Then sat in circles with my partners, pitching in change to scrape for 5 dollars..When ya leave home the world change all of a sudden..Full grown you on ya own partner the world dont owe you nothin...Im in this hole duckin and dodging the grim reaper...But the more I try to dig my way out its gettin deeper...Im doin bad baby..When everything around you is going wrong...And hard times seems to last too long...Your old school homeboys dead and gone..The game dont change keep pushing on...Im tryna show love but people take the bad and provoke...If I give this bum a dollar will he eat it or smoke it?...Put speculation to the side and jus go out on a limb...Im visualizing myself one day being just like him..So I focus on my paper, got a mission to rise..Try to see life through the eyes of the poor and despised...They my people man, I never turn my back on em...To my young hustlers walkin these streets with crack on em..Its another way, I hope youre feelin me brother..I know that cash be comin fast, but dog we killin each other..Making bad moves trusting fools, caught up in crosses.And you aint different from the rest player, we all done took losses..Better shake it off, cause a real man would accept...Responsibility and play it with the hand he was dealt..See my shrink done even ran outta questions to ask..Plus Im holdin family animosity from the past...My paper playin out, really aint too much in my stack...In a Lacc, clutchin a gat, my stomach touching my back..The world is testing me, but at the same time my girls stressin me..My actions be the reason why the man aint blessin me..Should I chase mine with skill or a gun on my waist line?..And face time, these question go deep as a bass line.Imma take it the whole nine, or catch a case tryin..Confess my sins hoping that God will erase mine..Gotta raise ya game level when the trouble appears...I got partners I been bangin with for 16 yearsYeah Im strong but Im worn out and tired in the mind Cause water drippin on a rock can wear it down over time..Ya feel me? I aint a baller, Im a child of the ditch..Being broke is a test, but money is a trial for the rich...And to the ones that past on, Gs we lost in the game.Yall come to life every time somebody mention ya name... K
Posted on: Fri, 06 Jun 2014 06:23:03 +0000
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