Get Your Premium Membership

STRIVE 1

Life is hard, tough, rough, like a brilo-pad
Growing up, street smart was all I had
I had no choice but to turn to the hood
It's difficult trying to change for the good
What do you do when there's nowhere to turn?
Before you decide, look back, what did you learn?

Try to survive, I'm gon' do the same

Stuck in this world, heart full of pain

Money cover evil, trying to stay sane

Cash keeps flowing, like blood to the brain

Rappin' ain't like hustling, it's a whole different game

came through a struggle, my ankle got a sprain

Haters don't care, nobody gon' look out

Everybody's grillin', but this ain't a cookout

Bullets keep flyin', that's what the scare's about

Life's rough, like the stuff between tile, grout

The hood's full of hate, what happened to love

Too many little misfits, like a tiny glove

Put haters in dirt, that's what I call gardenin'

My heart's colder than water, when it starts hardenin'

Call me care-free, I ain't got no worries

Life don't always end well, like fairy-tale stories
 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




Post Comments
Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.