my life man

this world is so cold and bold my stories untold and I just got paroled and I'm wearing all this gold and i got this counseled weapen cuz the haters keep on stepping trying to take me off my game and these nigga so lame and who do I blame I'm trying to maintain it's a struggle everyday but I pray that they don't come and take my life i I haven't met my wife I feel like my heart's in the vice asking the Lord for some advice I got to pay price I'm tired of being so nic I want to go to paradise with the sacrifice of shooting dice selling ice it's going down and I'm about to turn around my family thinks I'm a clown to hurt my f****** feelings and I want to show them love but it's so hard for me they talk behind my back I'm sitting in my lap I'm trying to think back all the time that we used to share a family was there my people were there and all we tried to do was care and I'm getting all this gray hbut just like being fair I'm trying to get there