not a problem

In the Jackson streets, where the shadows creep, Rollin' with my crew, while the city sleeps. We light it up, puffin' clouds, chasin' dreams, Hopin' for a better life, or so it seems. Got the weight on my shoulders, but I stand tall, Countin' every blessing, no matter how small. In the hood, we hustle, like it's all we know, Searchin' for a way out, but the struggle’s slow. Eyes on the prize, but the path is unclear, Passin' time with my homies, drownin' out the fear. We laugh, we grind, through the pain and the strife, Findin' hope in the smoke, tryin' to live this life. From the corner store run to the late-night schemes, In the heart of the struggle, we still chase our dreams. Confident in the hustle, we won’t back down, Jackson’s where I’m from, I wear it like a crown.