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Inner city struggle


I was born in the struggle

Pops left me always getting into trouble

Never knew when my next meal was

Savoring every precious moment of my life

Pop Pop Pop

Shots outside my room I had to dash

Gangs going at it again always a contant clash

Getting out of this mess is always on my mind.

Making good grades and hanging with the smart kids

Feeding my mind rich nourishment

It's then when I saw a change

Everything in my life started to get rearranged

Picked up a new sport they call it golf

Changing my life more than ever

Meeting new people and getting even better

The struggle is always there creeping up behind me

The stress is weighing down on my mind

I'm tired of all of this pain

I'm crying out please somone help

God reaches his hand out and helps me up

Puts me on the righ track I'm never going back

Wake every moring and thank God

Without him things would be pretty odd

But isn't that the world we live in

I see the light at the end of the tunnel

Running full speed into succss

I'm breaking free at last

I know who I am now, I know my place

All thanks to God he gets all the glory

 

 

 
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