Trying to make it through the dark/
But I aint ready for the light/
Trying to get through the struggle/
B ut there is no one willing to fight/
My life consists of both/
I have been solitary when I needed help the most/
No one ever aknowledges the pain and the suffering/
All they say is he is crazy when he cocks and is bustin/
But some just are backed into a corna/
And they scared and nervous, shaking in they boots/
I been slanging so long dat my wrist joints are loose/
But Im pretty sure you dont know that or my past/
I used to manufacture in a leisurly fashion/
That way they couldnt a youngster for possession/
Never comtemplate about failure cause I strive to succeed/
Dolla signs in my eyes so the money I retrieve/
Its just in the blood I hustle by accident/
I cant stand not having money pocket is full of lent/
I reconstruct my block from the ground up/
I hustled from sun down until the sun came back up/
My mic is the only thing that I can depend on for relief/
I get nothing but a police recor hustlin in these streets/