Just venting
Just lost my job ive been stuck in a hard place,
Gained weight staying focus hope ill be in great shape.
praying everyday I could make a better way
In america and im black dont want the cops to rush my date.
ive been really feeling hate, ive been really out the way.
Wont let a cell be my fate
Do whats right before its late
For my mothers sake
working so her back will never ache
stuck inside the hood
id rather just be fishing on a lake
lost to many people but experience a lot of gain
did some things left me stained wont say a name
live with the pain
Only way ill maintain I could manage it better.
No success cant settle
hill top hanzel gretel
die to get my brother back but thats a personal endeavor
i have kings in my genes (jeans) not like wrangler but corertta
if i was born in the past wouldve wrote myself a letter
how to be a better rebel and get my mind back together
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