(Intro)
You know, we all fight our own personal battles
And hopefully this helps us get through it
(Verse)
We got kids and harms without violence
Parent always yellin' but dwelling along in silence
I don't got a mission, I'm pinching a lil' hope tho
We have it so good but we think that we don't tho
Ink to the draw list, it's funny
We drink cause our mom's dead, it's ironic
Huh, we hated them but what ?
Taught us bad, mom and dad brought up their son
Kids for kids, not me for ?
Thinking worst stars always see the ?
Maybe ? what I strive for
More than minimum wager the five guys store
Or moping buckets, hoping ducking from the fucking cops and judges
I don't make a profit, come on
What kind of hip-hoper doesn't?!
Me, I was raised like y'all
Made nice, tucked inside my basement ?
(Hook)
(Verse)
Kids without the inner hope near
Shit, we wonder why there's dope here
I think that we need a look in the mirror more
We cannot face the effort of the game just because that we fear the score
But if we try and stop tripping on high points
I really don't see the need to buy joints
But who am I to try freaking some pass?
Staring to your eyes, but I see into your ass
Like meet Lucy, A student with two C's
Goes home, gets her face slapped and some bruised knees