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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 © Tone Jaxson | Year Posted 2011
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