intro: This song is dedicated, to everybody in the struggle. Everybody who shares that pain, and them dreams of one day seeing better days; me personally, I'm about to embark on this journey that is my destiny, and I just need you to do one thing for me.
verse 1: If you love me let the Lord know, keep me in your prayers, tell him to bless me as I walk in the devil's lair/ been hell on Earth since Eve bit the forbidden fruit /and I've been nice since big said give me the loot /I'm a rap cliche another ghetto bastard, mama was a crackhead/ I walk around half dead/ don't want no pity cuz I'm still after the glory/ if you rep my city we might share similar stories /I'm a slumdog representative /Hard Knock Life stay woke no sedative /street disciple, a well-informed Rebel/with these lines I shine like a iced out bezel/ on my grind trying to hit the next tax level/ trying to show you that I'm the one like kettle/ so give me more bass and less treble, and pray for me as I play the game with these Devil's.
Verse 2: I do this for the ghetto bastards with Daddy's in the caskets /single mothers with jobs taking night classes/ we ain't meant to survive cuz it's a setup/ so keep that in your mind when the Lord lets you get up/ go out and get something, never let them trap you/ from the slums we gonna make it in the castle/ it's not a need or a want it's a have to /go do it like Capital One no-hassle/ do your own research, never let em get you/ cause they ain't gonna tell you that you special/ they want us in the prisons and project buildings/ they ain't gonna tell us that we all God's children/ they say we the minority, clearly we the majority/ compared to the one percent everyone lives In poverty/ with that said I grind till its all ova, cause the Lord gave the hardest path to his strongest soldiers.
Bridge: before I lay me down to sleep I get down and I pray/ must be more in store for me, must see some better days/ use the hand that I was delt, that's how I play the game/ so if you love me tell the Lord and pray for me by name./
Verse 3: Day by day it's more impossible to cope/ living in the ghetto need a little more hope /put the spliff to my lips I inhale the smoke/ wit this package off to the post office I go/ my momma locked up she need a new coat/ upstate New York there's a whole lot of snow /my uncle needs train fare to see his P.O/ this rap money needs to come quick I'm going broke/ and talking about broke my granddaddy broke his hip the other day when he slipped and took a spill on the floor/ grad momma too she get her check on the 1st and by the 3rd she's already knocking on my door/. I really can't complain when I was young they all spoiled me/, so now they low I gotta act accordingly/they thought I would be the one to go away to college/ but where I come from that just aint a promise

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