I was raised in the them days
where days never seen shadeand even kids got blown up like grenadesthe only thing that stayedwas us chasing paperlike eyes connected like a lines on the pagesomebody momma just passed away,uncle on drugs and just sold our foodwhat we gone doto make another dayI just hope I make to see eight teenjust to have a chase to make it out some daysome waylife harder chewing brickswe didn't have a belthow the hell I'm supposed to get whiponly thing I ever drovewas my momma crazythey told me the only reason why you brokebecause you lazybut that ain't the caseI just seen what happenswhen you cant beat a casethat's why my little cousin in jail facing 8money problems like being gayjust can't get them straightit ain't no shame in feeling some type of wayI had holes in my shirtand could feel the tears on my hand when I wiped my facebut money can't take the pain awaysometimes you winthen you lose like Hardawaysometimes you lose then you win taking the harder way...