Losers

How you make me feel less than, damn that’s cold,
Certain shit I’m suppressing, the world may never know,
Not surprised, just aware, I had no expectations,
Wiping dry tears, just trails and tribulations,
Not ashamed of my situation, can’t make me feel shame,
Long run, been the blame, winners win the game,
Losers take they lessons, but this never softens the blow,
Winners heads held high, losers looking at the floor,
And these losers they my niggas, excuse my English, I’ll speak French,
These losers, they my guys , my love for them will never end,
They motivate themselves, cheering for their victory,
They know the world gave up on them, but in thy self, these losers believe,
I’m talking bout self-made energy, no envy in they eyes,
Teaching themselves something winners were taught,
No teachers to teach them, knowledge that can’t be bought,
My guys live a different kind of grind,
I appreciate they time, I appreciate they pace, I appreciate they chase for the goodness in everyday, I appreciate they patience, I appreciate they speech, I appreciate they ability to never accept defeat,
I mean I’m talking about some losers, I’m talking about my guys, I’m talking about me getting through everyday life.