my life

every day I pray to let the lord let me see another day because it not a promise that we will get that day why do people always gotta dought me they don't understand my pain that I try and find a way for my family to escape the pain everyday I go out on the city streets and come up with money to feed my family everybody gotta hate but they don't see what lies underneath the fealth they judge me BC of my past but what they don't understand they have a true g in front of their eyes they don't believe what is on the other side