Pen ink flowin ganga smoke blowing been hit the booth this mother of two knockn heads spitting the truth see no bitch can relate to the sacrifice i make day to day 9to5 dont pay went from worry free to eh im okay whats there to say these mental rages got me writin pages these broke wages got me goin hungry so my kids can eat selln jewelry to get some heat see all i ever want is peace mind peace that mine will be fine cause i wine dine all the time keep them faces happy through the tough times so i spit ryhmes instead of spend dimes music steers the drive that keeps me alive helps me strive to put in work to please my wife she deserves the world i teach my boys how to treat a girl its tough raising boys to men but i feel i was heaven sent to step in give my all to there adolescents teach them how to be kids all over again nd that though your father nd mother ain on good terms you let them sort that out carry on with your life be a kid appreciate your parents cause they go through it i give more than i can sometimes im up all night on knees and hands prayin more for them to be a better man than ive come across learn how to stand and be a boss learn the lines to cross overall that this life carries battles the ones that make the cage rattle remain cool nd stay humble cause they are the light when the wall tumble so now theres purpose to my life not only am i an artist im a devoted mother and wife