| The man above been talking to me
|
| He said he understands my view
|
| He’s always walking with me
|
| Cuz he sees what I’ve been through
|
| When the world starts kicking me around
|
| All in my face, make me want to put 'em down
|
| Trying to earn, trying to learn, trying to love like a man
|
| Sometimes it feels like it’s out of my hands--
|
| I’m from the hood that’s forever sinning
|
| Where life is took for granted here so death is winning
|
| Nothing but blues around, feels like we’re losing out
|
| Times that spent in this environment confuse a child
|
| As a juvenile I ran wild I ran out of blessings
|
| Been in and out of prison as an adolescent
|
| My goal was getting it, til something said to turn my life around
|
| Redirect my hustle, and go legitimate
|
| Til I get corporate and invest fortunes
|
| With exec bosses sitting behind a desk at the office
|
| I’m left jobless, nobody hiring ex-convicts
|
| That don’t mean I’m less conscious
|
| It’s so hard when they close doors
|
| And when you looking like a so-called hip hoppa you get nada
|
| Stereotyped, scarred for life stigmata
|
| But still a kid’s gotta get a dolla
|
| I tackle choices every day that’s hopeless
|
| I hear a voice saying «stay focused»
|
| Fast money, cars, and broads will mislead you
|
| Love backwards here is evol but it’s legal
|
| Multi-task I make a fortune faster
|
| Keep rhymin til I’m climbing up the corporate ladder
|
| In my community, you’ve gotta go out of your way if you’re out to get paid
|
| Than back up and wait for opportunity
|
| I try not to blame society
|
| I eat my pride cuz I know deep inside it’s me
|
| But not entirely, when a man try to live righteously
|
| And propriety turn to anxiety
|
| I thought I paid back the system when I stayed in prison
|
| Left the stripes, see what success is like
|
| But the way they set the price
|
| You spent your childhood in the wild hood
|
| You’re in debt for life
|
| I figured out what was talking with me
|
| When I do right I feel him walking with me
|
| So I’m adamant, some call it arrogance
|
| I can cope it cuz I know I’m broke for having sense
|
| But my back’s against the wall, it’s getting rough to get a buck
|
| In a job with a minimum wage won’t get enough
|
| Faced with giving up, and my lady friend’s beefing
|
| Ends ain’t meeting, we just an argument away from splitting up
|
| It gets lonely, my fam disowned me
|
| Called me the black sheep cuz I act street
|
| Yea it’s that deep, I tried to change clicks
|
| Homies flipped on me cuz I don’t hang; |
| we have beef
|
| But I’m at peace so that cease, at least
|
| I ain’t got no ties on my Porsche ride
|
| And no time for no crime, knowing that the most high
|
| Is watching with a close eye
|
| They say I’m from the hood
|
| That mean I’m no good |