I be down on my luck
Stuck
Behind on my hustle
I dont dare appear weak
Not the way of the muscle
Born a soldier and
Everyone knew it
Before facial hair grew in
Not the coolest student
A street smart school kid
With some rudeness and an attitude that i dont give a two s
Middle finger at the constitution
Watching over my shoulder in
The ops might shoot me
cause my skin too brown
You can scold
You can shout
Its the truth
Next who
Could be you
or someone you care about
On the ground bleeding out
Yea i walk with a chip on my shoulder
backpack got a couple blunts already rolled up
My life is so stressful
Give it to my God
and let go
Praying for everyday to be
Better than the last
Yesterday i broke my hand
Why? cause i was mad
Please lord
Forgive me for the past
From time to time
I lose myself in a bottle of liquor
To forget about the mishaps and mix-ups
I lived through so much pain
I cannot complain compared to the next man
I just pray i pick the right profession
Make the right investments