| Sunday morning I’m off at church
|
| Sinnin' throughout the week, hustlin' every day
|
| Gettin' it as we speak, listen to preacher preach
|
| Choir singing the song, annie clapping her hands
|
| Momma singing along, I’m impatient I wanna leave
|
| Can’t let my Momma see, I ain’t listening to the word
|
| Not like I don’t believe, but I’m trippin' nobody perfect
|
| To speak it wouldn’t worth it for a person to be so Christ like
|
| But I swear, I heard him cursin'
|
| Let him without no sins cast the first stone
|
| But I am so not him so let me go on on
|
| Get home and he will find his hat on
|
| Who’s family when this all went on
|
| Come on, let’s see, some laughs, then we
|
| Can do the same damn thing next week
|
| I love it when It happens like that
|
| I smile cause it’s not all bad
|
| You know they say that no one’s perfect
|
| That’s why we struggle every day
|
| Just know that every single day is a blessing
|
| I’m just tryna find my way
|
| I keep my head above water (keep my head above water)
|
| Tell me what’s the use of lookin' sad
|
| Keep your head above water
|
| Cause it ain’t all bad
|
| Monday mornin' it’s back to business
|
| Cash the motivation, cops steady watchin'
|
| Plottin' and waiting patient
|
| Yeah I been thinkin' lately
|
| Prayin' on even maybe
|
| Probably best if I left it
|
| The stress will drive you crazy if you let it
|
| The penitentiary is where were headed
|
| Designed for downfalls and some still don’t get it
|
| And yeah I might have said it way back and got sweated by
|
| The same ones that hittin' it now but no credit came to me
|
| If you can see the things I see
|
| Then you could point your fingers at the blame not me
|
| Ashamed how we can’t stand one another
|
| We hate the idea of a unified young brother so we suffer
|
| But I adapt cause I’m a hustler
|
| I still stay strapped with the muffler
|
| I’m ten toes trapped in the struggle cause
|
| I’m what the hood made mothafucka what
|
| You know they say that no one’s perfect
|
| That’s why we struggle every day
|
| Just know that every single day is a blessing
|
| I’m just tryna find my way
|
| I keep my head above water (keep my head above water)
|
| Tell me what’s the use of lookin' sad
|
| Keep your head above water
|
| Cause it ain’t all bad
|
| As solid these niggas come, realist they ever made
|
| Money is not important it’s livin' it how you say
|
| Picture back in the day, me moving a brick a week
|
| Murdered you if I had to nigga I’m from the streets
|
| And out here were playing for keeps, speak and your getting froze
|
| Neck gettin' wrapped in sheets, sneakers will be exposed
|
| This bullet here for your soul
|
| Bitches is just for sex, that said I could jack my dick
|
| She don’t deserve respect, I’m knowin' my niggas feel it
|
| Nothin' is fabricated authentic as I can say it
|
| The only way I play it, this is for Curtis Davis
|
| Mothers of fallen soldiers, Children of murdered fathers
|
| Fathers out on the corners
|
| Corners I’m standing on and I love 'em without a reason
|
| Feelin they aid the bleedin' they made me I’m never leavin'
|
| Though the looks can look deceiving
|
| Believe me yall it might sound sad
|
| But trust me dog it’s not all bad
|
| You know they say that no one’s perfect
|
| That’s why we struggle every day
|
| Just know that every single day is a blessing
|
| I’m just tryna find my way
|
| I keep my head above water (keep my head above water)
|
| Tell me what’s the use of lookin' sad
|
| Keep your head above water
|
| Cause it ain’t all bad |