All The Time
All the time you spin trying to make it in the ghetto and when it seems bad days come to an end, you’ll fine your life face down drowning in a puddle. Trouble times are endless . The struggles all I’ll ever know. Living life of a misfit. Wasted tears at nights, don’t want to kill at the same time don’t wanna lose a fight, so I don’t know what to feel. I hold my head up, can’t sleep at night so I take these pills. Wishing I can escape this life but hard times stands still. Gotta do things I don’t like, gotta sell drugs to my cousins pregnant wife. Still Living life full of fucked up hustles cause I can’t get right. Living paycheck to paychecks more like living meal to meal and they wonder why hood niggas need to steal. Don’t have to lie when this shits all too real. Begging the lord why? Why you gotta take our kids when it’s I who doesn’t deserve to live but I guess it is what it is. You deal with what your dealt, living life running from the pigs, lashes from momma belt, hurt her more then yourself. Gotta be a man someday so dry your tears and help. We’ll make it out the gutter one way, dreams are better seen than felt. Love over green feens and wealth. Never grew up with a daddy and I don’t need him now. Feed me to wolves as a baby and I’m still here right now, so I guess death wasn’t ready to have me. Spend every moment searching for my family, but these fake bitches couldn’t understand me. Sadly gotta pack my bags thought you felt empty, wait untill you lose the best thing you ever had. Like walking instead of driving a Bentley, losing my mind and I think the devils tryna tempt me. So I stay on my grind. Swallowing my pride. Can’t look back when you’re walking the line. Serving at night sleeping the day away. Tryna open my eyes to better days but the struggle never stop. Shopping on layaway shots shot on your block bullet holes on your pave way, nightmare never stop and I’m yelling mayday!!! No one could hear me, well that’s at least what they say. What’s the point of living if life must be this way, there isn’t any thanksgiving, like the moon on mid day. Where do u go without any heaven? What’s the point to pray when you say the things you need to say but every day stays the same. So I’m on my knees begging #Hoodlife #vegas #westside
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All the time you spin trying to make it in the ghetto and when it seems bad days come to an end, you’ll fine your life face down drowning in a puddle. Trouble times are endless . The struggles all I’ll ever know. Living life of a misfit. Wasted tears at nights, don’t want to kill at the same time don’t wanna lose a fight, so I don’t know what to feel. I hold my head up, can’t sleep at night so I take these pills. Wishing I can escape this life but hard times stands still. Gotta do things I don’t like, gotta sell drugs to my cousins pregnant wife. Still Living life full of fucked up hustles cause I can’t get right. Living paycheck to paychecks more like living meal to meal and they wonder why hood niggas need to steal. Don’t have to lie when this shits all too real. Begging the lord why? Why you gotta take our kids when it’s I who doesn’t deserve to live but I guess it is what it is. You deal with what your dealt, living life running from the pigs, lashes from momma belt, hurt her more then yourself. Gotta be a man someday so dry your tears and help. We’ll make it out the gutter one way, dreams are better seen than felt. Love over green feens and wealth. Never grew up with a daddy and I don’t need him now. Feed me to wolves as a baby and I’m still here right now, so I guess death wasn’t ready to have me. Spend every moment searching for my family, but these fake bitches couldn’t understand me. Sadly gotta pack my bags thought you felt empty, wait untill you lose the best thing you ever had. Like walking instead of driving a Bentley, losing my mind and I think the devils tryna tempt me. So I stay on my grind. Swallowing my pride. Can’t look back when you’re walking the line. Serving at night sleeping the day away. Tryna open my eyes to better days but the struggle never stop. Shopping on layaway shots shot on your block bullet holes on your pave way, nightmare never stop and I’m yelling mayday!!! No one could hear me, well that’s at least what they say. What’s the point of living if life must be this way, there isn’t any thanksgiving, like the moon on mid day. Where do u go without any heaven? What’s the point to pray when you say the things you need to say but every day stays the same. So I’m on my knees begging #Hoodlife #vegas #westside
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