Toss&turn at night I can't seem to get it right you don't get a plaque for being black,they don't cut no slack constantly attacked it's a trap,even when you rap blessings to the ones we lost we can't get them back times moving fast no longer will I be afraid if it's destined it will happen before they put me in the grave third eye open& I'm focused even at my lowest pray every morning still in mourning I let God transform me it's a lil stormy but better days are coming shout out to my babies they the reason I keep going Got the world on my shoulders&I'm getting older ain't nobody giving handouts,I don't know what they told ya prepare for the worst cause shit getting colder success is when you make it& stand like a soldier I'm way more bloder that's all I can do, may peace and BLESSINGS be upon you still I rise still I rise still I rise