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Still Fightin (My LIFE)
IP:
Yo, where im at, times gettin hard, knowamsayin??
Yo, it's like this Every night I pray to God, cuz I know tomorrow's not promised Still fightin through the trials, haters didn't want me to drop this I came up from the dirt, clean shirts I rock wit a nice crib Didn't have all of that before, so I thank the Lord for what he did My pops hastlin me wit bulls**t, preachin only he a hyprocrit He wasn't always a pastor, he was the # one crack man, who smoked Coke s**t New York city streets, Bronx where I was holdin it down I was an infant at the time, didn't even know I was gonna hold the crown 5-0 didn't give a s**t about what happened to us Cuz the Bloods had them shook, no protection, that's just how life was So moms thought it was a sign, so we stepped out the ghetto Trenton, New Jerz, but so happened, the same s**t meddled My mamma did what she could to keep us children safe and alive Eleven of us, my Pops abandoned us, couldn't hold up the strife 2nd priority, aside from livin was gettin the white education We snuck into da Lawrence schools, for us, it was Vacation But anytown you step in, there's always a hood reppin da dirt Da ville they called it, where robbers and killas would merk But hey, schools was nice, so my mamma signed up for a crib A townhouse, cheap and yet comfortable, but we were only kids What did we know, I thought life was all good Always begged my mother for gifts, only she wished she could Pops crazy a** runnin around wit chicks the age as my older sister Him and my mom weren't even divorced, could he get any sicker Only sooner it was, when my Mamma found out bout his affair The memorys blurry, as a pre-teen, I didn't really care I stare down at my past, the food, jobs and money My parents got back together, it was sweet as honey More money came in, so we stepped out the high projects But my mind couldn't leave the hood, niggaz, and mind sex Still fightin through this muthaf****r, only in my head, it gets worse You could describe my life as a musical, The Gift and The Curse Wasn't really one of my bests, but it explains where I come from and it stayed on topic. |
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