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Daddy's underemployed cain't pay all the BILLS When it gets so hard U see y people STEAL Trust Me Bruh, I know how ya FEEL Exhausted from runnin, trouble nippin at ya HEELZ Brotha slow down, ain't u had ENUFF? Put that bundle down, this ain't no BLUFF Now u messed around & got ya new shoes SCUFFED When they grabbed U & slammed U, into HANDCUFFS Man itz tuff, yea I'll give u THAT Sometimes muffed up as a matter of FACT But U can't let the BS hold u BACK Cuz sometimes it be just like THAT Nobody said it would be easy, it wasn't BEFORE My ancestors’ blood left open a DOOR But that don't mean we won't struggle TOO Who was that who said life's hard? Itz TRUE So gather yo witts, strength & good WILL We at war with them & ourselves fa REAL Neva nonchalant cuz itz a big DEAL Trust me Bruh, I know how U FEEL. Keep ya head Up Written & copyrighted by Tone Jaxson

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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