Woke up @ 6 am only Koolkidmaker19

Woke upon a 6 AM morning, mind's yawning, Saturday sun peeking through, no time for calling or video games Momma said, “ Turn off the TV, go chase that paper,” Life’s a game of of risk , but I’m no spectator. Counting dreams in my pocket , they heavy like bricks , Navigating through the struggle , dodging all the tricks, Seemed like I was lost, no Django Emmy in sight, But I’m raising other kids through my kids right, teaching ’em to fight . Lessons from the streets, wisdom wrapped in pain , Every loss a chapter, every joy a gain, Look up to the sky, see the hustle I embrace, Reflecting on my journey, every step a trace. Building up the future, with every single rhyme, Momma’s voice in my head, it echoes through time, Money ain't the goal, it's the love that we spread, So I rise with the sun, and let the past be dead woke upon a 6 am morning on a Saturday look up yarning my momma said turn off the tv and go play in some money that's all i did seem like i had no Django Emmy for raising my kids look up at the lord like finish this shit but its in my own the dwelling now celebrating for me nobody saw the key to life but to leave Woke upon a 6 AM, morning light is yawning, Momma said, “Turn off the TV, go chase the dawning,” Hit the streets with my dreams, pockets feelin' funny, All I ever wanted was to stack up all this money. Django vibes, but I’m raising my own kings, and queens Lessons in the struggle, yeah, that’s what life brings, Late nights grindin’, but I’m still here yawning, Life’s a movie, and I’m just scoring, no warning. Countin' every blessing, while the world keeps turning, In this raw reality, I’m forever learning, Got my eyes on the prize, can’t let it slip away, In the city where the hustle never fades to gray . Look up, see the vision , it's clearer than the dawn , Each step that I take, yeah, I’m building on and on , From a boy to a man , these lessons never fade, In the game of life, it’s the moves that we made.