mood 3 freestyle 2025

: Yo, they talkin’ ‘bout the finest dishes, gourmet dreams, While the block’s servin’ struggles, ain’t nothin’ what it seems. Public housing, cracked walls, where the kids play, Food stamps in hand, man, that’s just the way. Life support, we breathin’ with these heavy weights, 35 years young, but the system hesitates. March 6, ‘89, yeah, I came in the game, But the struggle’s still the same, just a different name. Poverty’s a plate that we can’t seem to clear, While they feast on the riches, we just fight through the fear. They talk about success, but what’s the price to pay? When the hunger in your soul keeps the hope at bay. Eyes on the prize, but the prize is a mirage, While they dine on the dreams, we just search for a charge. This life ain't a buffet, it’s a struggle, it’s a fight, But we grind in the dark, just to reach for the light.