Stre

Sometimes I think about my life nobody see my vision,

Expecting me to brake my back but I be on my mission,

Look at me sell some fucking drugs and even go to prison,

You never listen to my words I gotta make it written,

I could be chillin with my homies in the party trow it up,

Rather spend it with my family but you never give a fuck,

I be stuck in this room and the walls are closing in,

Chasing on my dream and I always try to win,

Voices in my head telling me to be alert,

Reaching for my goal even do it kinda hurts,

Simple kinda guy and I'm always down to earth,

I'd rather stick to rapping I don't wanna move that work,

I learned alot from living life some homies they drug dealas

My cousin is a psycho, my uncle is a killa,

Imaginations running wild but you don't know the truth,

He stab these guys alota times he never thought to shoot,

This world is upsidedown and it's going kinda crazy,

Brain washing us with media, praying to god to save me,

Everytime I'm showing love, a lot of people hate me,

Always being nice, so they think it's easy to play me,

My dreams their like illusions the more delusional I get,

I forget, lock them up in the back of my head that's where they kept,

Take a step, asking yourself what's left.