I'm supposed 2 be laughing I'm supposed 2 be happy I'm supposed 2 be lucky I'm supposed 2 be happy why I'm not happy with the situation I'm in, struggling to find wealth, but I'm alone with myself, money stay constant, but I need more time, and life goes on and the women still choosy, I don't wannabe broke, but the street life is costly, and when coming from the gutter, and niggas ain't no brother, can't depend on family, because phony plays a big part in sticking together, I ain't never had shit, so how can I preach, ghetto gospel is what I seek, but the feds on a nigga, my back is on the line, and I'm running out of time, of course I'm free, but I'm trapped in the streets, I won't my own shit, something with a name on it, or I can't b happy