Down Too Damn Long
 

I wasn't a rich kid, drivin round in my moms bentley
It was my moms on that drug shyt, that kept my palms empty
Fear wasn't allowed, I vowed, to hold tha gat to tha death
Mind wasn't right, so I banged my hat to tha left
Niggaz flashing jewels showed me it was easy to rob
Besides that, I was hustlin, I ain't need me a job
I was on tha grind, full time, till my feet got blisters
Forced to keep heat so my moms safe n I keep my sisters
Had to try that musik shyt cuz its a possible shot
This industry should help me stay off tha hospital cot
I can only watch my own back, conceal tha beams n scopes
For tha bustaz n haterz tryin to end my dreams n hopes
I'm a insomniac, niggaz tryin to bomb me back, I'm clutchin tha nine
I scrap for a bone cuz my stomachs touchin my spine
I can't end after this struggle cuz I'm too damn strong
Its bout time I rise cuz I been down too damn long

Give me sum feedback...cuz i'm tryin to craft my skill so show me tha goods n bads...

is this the past or are you still thuggin...I can't tell...but I'm feeling it you sound honest

It don't change when u still in tha hood...i'm still me...just doin me...but thangs is lookin up