i used to hop picket fences. drop into the next crib
dodge speedin' benzes to get to where to my friends lived
now it's pullin' out whips from the crib
tryna shine. mad problems when everything's so expensive
my life. i'm tryna find a way to live it
surrounded by bullshit. deal with it every minute
'cause homies'll hate you, but they'll never admit it
i'm just tryna find the straight path leading to the finish
it's hard to find something worth believing in these days
troubles got me thinkin' of returning to thief ways
night terrors always making me sleep late
maybe all the drama is the reason that we blaze
cops claim permission to use light force
put your face on the pavement, your new white forces
covered in mud. a mom's tears thicker than blood
i guess even in the midst of darkness, there's good. huh


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