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MY LIFE

FIRST VERSE
Born in the hood with no pot to piss in
Spider webs in every pot all in  the dusty kitchen
The same kitchen I sleep in dreaming of happy ending
In the same kitchen I was studying my way to new beginning
My house was flooded, I was there to witness the walls tumbling
My world crumbling, screaming help! Guess I was creaming to silence
House full of violence, anger, grief due to drugs addiction
My daddy stay fuckin' stoned he never saw it coming
My mother stay sloppy drunk she probably never saw me bleeding
I ended in my uncle's dome but still felt alone
I moved in to Daz in flob he made me felt home
Back in the street, back in the block, where niggaz smoke weed all day and get their minds locked
Sell a drug, fuck a cop they see us getting locked
Watch em niggaz fucking up
Yeah I was tryna get a life
Shit!

HOOK
Sometimes it hard to shoot for the stars when the gravity is pulling you down
Everything you worked for seem to tumbling down
What if I never had it from the start
What if I never had it from the start

SECOND VERSE
Born in the hood where dreams commit suicide
Its a do or die but my niggaz still don't wanna scrutinize
Seeing my people dying infront of my eyes
In the belly of the beast but a nigga is still tryna get a life
Tryna stay asleep so I will never leave my dreams
But in this lousy world I can hardly hear my mind think
I started to hit some trees
Am tired of kneeling in dirt, whatever it takes I gotta get on my feet
Though in this capitalism world it even harder breath
When you a nigga with no capital in these ghetto streets
Spending weeks blazing weed with nothing to eat
Cold world, I swear it's like am stacked in a fridge
I only wanted to give my people life with my skills
Coz it kills to live with deads since they can't see what you see
My momma wanted a degree coz this world rotates on a paper
What came after
I fell down in another ghetto's dusty gutters
Sleep under the gutter in the corner tryna put it together
I thank God I found a roof to live under though it was pouring
Pouring on brave minds with eyes behind the shade of ignorance
"Look how in our native land they treat us like foreigners?"
You ignoring me while I am trying not to ignore my calling......to be continued

HOOK AGAIN
Written by Hustleezy
Published | Edited 25th May 2014
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