weed beat

weed beat HOOK I wear my hood on my sleave im a ryde for mines till i leave still in same mfkn blocks i was raised as a kid childhood was bitter sweet I wear my hood on my sleeve can't hide the grind every step I take from the block were we hustle dreams turn into schemes VERSE got my eyes on the price aint no time for daydreams survival of the struggle time to rise from the dirt with the weight from the world but it won't make me hurt lessons learned in the fire forge in the pain with a heart full of strength I embrace the rain Spirit of lyon rooren loud in the night keep my circle tight because I know some bit who's to say who's in my team I pray that things change for the better one day intill then im grip my 913 40tourus piece dont mean to preach but evil is winning thats what i see wars on tv no unity fuck ice time to fight for are rights how manymore family must be geperdise No apologies given, I’m a voice for the weak, From the concrete jungle, hear the truth when I speak, With every bar I spit, I’m reclaiming my fate, In the city of dreams, man, I’m never too late.