survival

i aint dreamin phat

but i aint tryna hold back

always have a pen and pad in my backpack

writtin about all my bad tracks

that i chose to walk on, leavin me head cracks

hearin gun shots and havin metaphorical heart attacks

used to leave me shakin

hatin the life that i was makin for myself

the pain i felt

couldnt deal with the guilt

but couldnt help it, nigga was an aaaddict to the maze

i got stuck in

always smokin the haze

tryna forget the path that i left paved behind me

its a dirty world that i was just tryna survive in

i was left deprived

to be honest i wouldnt be surprised if i died young

i wanted freedom just as bad as you ALL need oxygen

since a baby i was observin

and seein bloodshedding

and seein mothers dyin

and fathers cryin

and brothers fightin for survival

and daughters just tryin ta stay alive but

aint no one gettin that love

that love that we all should have between us

instead, all eyes are closed, sleepin

here we go, i see people wakin

we could change this

no more seein eachother as cold ugly strangers

lets be the peace makers

we could be sayin: yo whattup ma nigga, my homie, im sorry

lets get to know you and me, but this time we do it properly