Lady In Struggle

My Tims are fat like brims on hats my head stem with stats
Twist blends like a brisk wind, then sip cris again like hood rats
Creators are like elevators accommodate weight and go through floors
With true metaphors, Ebonics toast like economic growth, sores
On my wrists from chains, piss in drains while twisting brains galore
Kissing dames not whores as they’re reminiscing at Haynes stores
Results of romances sometime difficult circumstances stuck can’t leave
But with luck you reprieve may as well tuck in your sleeves
One lady had crazy issues baby daddy is lazy and shabby
Took him to a mild court for child support situation grabby
Can’t keep the peace the street is beast have to eat and feast
Hunger no niece to peace she must make his responsibility increase
Hell he thought lady rude but baby food not cheap bills don’t cease
Either, ready and aware to the cost of Medicare she must steady share
Her paycheck, stay wrecked in the struggle to survive can’t dare
To Escape, life’s plan is fury like a grand jury must make decision
Sorrow extends the line she was in a bind being deadbeat is a religion
For some cats then comes that feeling of guilt the filth from within
Deadbeats nerds on the block or where ever
Misled fleets like bird feathers they flock together