To me the future's bleak, if you were me what would you do or be? From two or three trillion dollars out there isn’t there a few for me? Workin ain’t worth it when you think of what you earn, have to watch your wallet knowing every single buck you burn can leave you hungry as a motherfucker, struggling with eviction, or stuck with tryna rough it with a budget. It’s a bitch when every single penny that you get they make you pay the government and every penny that you spend the state'll take another cent. One percent are getting paid, the rest get wage cuts, but since the 80s middle class pay hasn’t changed much. I think if I could ever get my fucking mind together maybe one day somewhere down the road in time I’ll find a better life style, but right now we struggle in this world and days load a burden on a person with a little girl to raise, and I don’t give a fuck what law got broken to get what she needs. Officer, if you don’t have a warrant then fucking leave.

Some of us chose to get caught up in the streets, some of us chose to move higher. Some of us went on to platinum beats while some of us fell in the fire. I don’t know how I could let myself ever be burned by my own desire. Lord give me one more chance you will never see me fuck up my entire life.

So should I try to give a fuck or should I give it up? Shit is getting rough living in a never ending rut when simple stuff, like going to the cinema is tough and ending up a struggle just for us to spend a buck. Hell when I go out spending money I’m just hurting more. I still don’t see exactly what the fuck I’m working toward. Now a days it’s hard to keep from acting out of rage. I’m tired of lousy pay, how 'bout a raise? Happiness is never at its best when you ain’t having fun. I’m laughing some but more than half the time I’m acting glum, stressed or mad 'cause everything I have is next to last. Sometimes you miss the fact the more you want in life the less you have, and if the day comes you ain’t got no funds you’ll appreciate the things you take for granted when you’re handed shit the easy way, so straight up, fuck tryna get clever with the metaphors. When it comes down to it if I don’t get mine I’m getting yours.

Some of us chose to get caught up in the streets, some of us chose to move higher. Some of us went on to platinum beats while some of us fell in the fire. I don’t know how I could let myself ever be burned by my own desire. Lord give me one more chance you will never see me fuck up my entire....

Scrapin change to make a couple bucks to eat on, makin pallets cause there ain’t a bed for us to sleep on, hoping that the next check pays the bill and cuts the heat on, it may not suck to be home when you’ve got nice stuff but we don’t. Sleep and eating’s just another luxury that we don’t seem to have,
walkin a beaten path, trapped, you haven’t even seen the half. At last the past has come back to haunt me, and it’s taunting me every single minute that I walk in this hell called ‘life’. I failed myself, but still I breathe. I’m all I have. I try to tell myself how everything is gonna be fine. Blind is bliss, Jesus Christ, what kind of life is this? Exhaling a deep breath I let it fade away. Your bed is made, just try to lie in it and pray to wake to better days. There is no what if, no wondering what might have been, only a hope that God will give me one more shot at life again.

Some of us chose to get caught up in the streets, some of us chose to move higher. Some of us went on to platinum beats while some of us fell in a downward spiral. I don’t know how I could let myself ever be burned by my own desire. Lord give me one more chance you will never see me fuck up my entire life again.

Again, I am ssolace. Fuck Life.

ssolace

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