Tryna keep hope alive.

Hold up, be strong, better strive analyze.

You gone make it, just be patient
same time mind racin, you aint made shit.

Just a precious baby boy, but I ain’t make him alone so, that ain't all me.

That’s thanks to my wifey.

That’s two people always gone stand beside me.

But what do you do when you work a hundred hours still ain't enough for the food?

Problems on top of problems.

Lord tell me how to solve them.

Mind fucked up always try’na bring me down.

That’s why I smoke pounds after pounds.

Roll it up smoking on that loud. Wow
only 22, got so much shit to do.

Still cant help the fact, that only 1 out 50 rappers make it , chances is he wack.

Probably doesn't rap but the fact that he act and perform entertain is the same. Me I only spit pain.

Suffering from my deranged childhood.

Upbringings in my feelings, ask why im so
resentful everyone I loved only made my life stressful.

Tough love from daddy cause ma daddy changed my addy and sent me out miami. Now Im chillin im peru, now im sippin on brew after brew.

Tryna make it out the hood like, homie was good like? How the good life? Good vibes? I’ma get it baby, yea right.

No love from my moms, borderline porcupine wonder whats on her mind, give it time.

Foster parents ain’t treatin me right, pb & j glass of milk, yeah night after night.

Uh, Malnourished, shattered courage, Shattered dreams, thats how its seems, but not for me. Ima make it. Even if i got to take it.

Poverty in my c-I-t-y lord tell me why. Everyday offered gum by a lil child, he don’t even smile, look in to his eyes, i can guess why, daddy probably high. Probably never said bye to his moms thats alone, on the corn tryna stack her dough plus she got another baby boy not even born.

Years pass and thats the same boy thats, gone be stealing yo phone.

Thats how it go.

It’s Cause my city don't evolve man thats the problem.

Blame it on the congress, better yet blame it on the progress, they aint process, full of nonsense.

Breaks the heart that I lost here.

Im about to starve here. Bitch I don't belong here.

Work my fucking ass off, still broke, so let’s just call it bad luck.

Fuck a call center working in cubical, rather hit the studio, rap about something you should know. You could never go, you could never go. Life's a bitch but it ain't over, think it over, better yet wait till you sober. Walls gettin closer. Yeah my son in the next room trynna keep my composure.

Yo boy got a.d.d, but 8 doobies to the face never solved it. nervous. Full of Anxiety. Depression. The pressure.

Suicide on my mental but this pretty instrumental, make it sound so gentle.
steady thinking how did I inherit moms problems. Fathers problems, sisters problems, I cant solve em!

Destined to fail is how it seems, guess it must be the genes.

Fake people around me like my last name is Truman. Gave it my all, what the fuck I’m posed to do man?

Talkin to God but he got me on hold, I be like pick up the phone. I know you home.

I hope you home cause, I can’t take It no mo.