"The Struggle Is Real"

What am I going to do with this last dollar that I'm holding? I want to buy my family everything they want, but I'm broke and it seems as though this lifestyle will be taunting me for a while. I feel like I'm on a murder trial; somebody please shoot me. This isn't a dream. So much pride built inside of me, refusing to borrow things that I know I need. If it ain't one thing it's another. Twice the stress, I hope my mother, doesn't find out. So I act like my money right, I dress nice so I feel right, but these pockets still tight. Alright, I'll let God work his will. But the struggle... is real.