so much money on my mind So much shit up on my plate gotta get up on my grind might need to start moving that weight but everyday and night I pray one day I find my way they saying that will be the day they saying that will be the day i was starving i was hurting felt like a whole different person all my people closed they curtains my next meal wasn't certain i was down on my luck and not a soul gave a fuck i really thought that I was stuck washing windows for a buck my so called friends when I see them they switching up they whole demeanor acting like I'm trying to cheat them i act like I don't even see them i step up in the dollar store they watching me from the door they follow me around the floor like I'm about to rob the store I'm just so tired of being down I feel like I'm about to drown feel like I'm 6 feet under ground but im just strolling through the town i used to beg for a ride but then again I used to drive but what's the use of bringing up the past keep all the use to's inside