Living in Hell

I done worked all, my life
You can not call this right
I done worked all my life
You just work hard, to die
Tryna make it out the streets, my baby need some food to eat
He laughs and goes to brush his teeth, i pick bills to go see
DTE’s been calling me my lights should be cut off by 3
This the dead line date and I just bought a sack of weed
Silly silly me, a young fuck up since the age of 5 when poppa died also died
adult lessons I had to grind
Free soul seems peace on earth was very hard to find
Adolescence blessed me with no friends help to free my mind
I done worked all, my life
You can not call this right
I done worked all my life
You just work hard, to die
Tryna make it find my peace, but lately it’s been on waist
Defeat the men who seek to end my life and ruin my son’s day
Dreams of mind are black and white so colorblind to all the hate
It’s hard to face but just thank our ancestors paved the way
But how can we move on when the cops are so alarmed by our ways they made
And pull a pistol on our minds to take our fate
The gate to heavens closed upon arrival cause we lost the time to say
Sorry for our sins but hell is welcoming
See
This what murder do, you put a end to him now God will put a end to you
Tell me is it worth it true, it hurt he took you brother but God put karma for
us in our worst wrongs
Schools don’t teach like I do through song
Just, keep your head up
Just keep, your head up
Boy I’m tryna tell ya I swear things will get better
If you just keep your head up go hard and never let up
Keep the petal to the metal, and your hand to it too
Gotta stay alert aware of any niggas ending you
Pay your dues, you ain’t make it alone if you ever do
You had a couple fans supporters a parent was guiding you
Stay humble to, never offend nobody loves a dick
Except the bitches funny that’s all they’re drawn too
Me I stay true if more niggas did the same we’d make the change in a man that
women choose
Raise our sons to be leaders and not to glorify the life to shoot
Especially descendants of a color just like you
I want a house on the hills mansions and countless benji bills
Second one adjacent for mom to chill and get to feel
See my view and for me to see hers the birds chirp a little louder when the gun
powder isn’t dispersed, goals
I done worked all, my life
You can not call this right
I done worked all my life
You just work hard, to die