stuck in streets an scared to leave because if leav em who gonna put food In my baby's mouth.so I hit the cut early in the morning whit a blunt in mouth tryna figure out another way to put food in the house. some it's dangerous in them streets out late at nite but I was born for this shit so I keep feeding it life.bUT the pressure an the pain of all keeps cutting like a knife.but I press on cause I'm a soldier steadly earning my stripe an one day I'll retire on the lake with the kids an wife. knife