The Ropes

I'm a beautiful mess in a dress or some sweats I confess life is hectic right now and I'm stressed Wont forget that I'm blessed but it's hard to remember. When I'm stayin at the shelter With my son and these mice must think they family members It get cold here at night it ain't even December Yea I cry but I'll cry while I fight,  won't surrender But my muscles feel tender. If Its not my kid on my shoulders,  it's a Boulder getting bolder Getting harder to hold,  but I ain't gon fold The world say give up I don't do what I'm told And I'll do it alone, because I'm grown n I ain't gon lie bout my struggles I own it The easy way,  I don't condone it The fakes,  and snakes,  I don't condone it God don't like ugly,  you'll reap what you're sewin Just a lil dust on me but under I'm glowing and I'm still growin,  Gon get my baby a home he can grow in You think u gangsta,  I'll show you gangsta Gangsta is not bout that tool that u borrowed Gangsta is smilin at today's pain in hopes of tomorrow When you break the family cycles,  give em something ya Old heads cud follow Like taboo this is truth you gon' swallow. As long as my son happy,  I won the lotto As long as little E is happy,  I won the lotto. Im not hopeless I'm focused The weak gon' scavenge like some roaches The strong gon' find another approach n I wrote this song while I was homeless I wrote this song to help me cope and Hands welted up from hanging on these ropes. Yeah I'm bleedin now, got me slippin out But don't you dare reach out,  and try and help me down I got this high some how, and I can't let go. As I look down I see the work I've completed I Look up n see,  my goals undefeated I'm out here I'm huntin there's pain in my feet I'm heaving I'm feenin,  my sons gotta eat .