Tired of fighting
Judging me
Yall judging me
Without even knowing all
Da dark days I had to survive through
Do you understand i fought through hell & back become who I am
I walk through the rain
Chain me
Throw stones
Jailed me
Take my children
Snatch my freedom away
Take everything I work for
Make me look like a fool
Folded on me when I needed you the most
Do you understand the rain the storms
How many hopes
You do you understand
What tf I’m saying
I got up off my ass
I took nothing & made into something
What you know bout sleeping on people floors & didn’t even want you their
What you know about friend pretend to be your friends
What you know about fake love
But you judging me for how I walk how I talk
You couldn’t even walk in my 7in heel
I make this shit look smooth
Roll my wood & roll in peace
Don’t hit my line with that lame shit
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