Nothing To Do

Growing up in the ghetto
I had a lot of bad influences in my life
All I hear is the echoes
Of all the people crying from all the pain and strife
Didn't expect to see tomorrow
Because I was so blinded by my yesterdays
All I saw was the sorrow
In the world filled with evil ways

Nothing to do but keep hope alive and pray for a miracle
Nothing to do but to close my eyes and pretend to be invisible
Nothing to do but to count my blessings
Instead of nurturing the negativity nesting
Nothing to do but survive and make it through
Nothing to do

Poor child going through it
The profanity it ran so damn fluent
Is hope worth persuing
Life's moving so fast it's practically cruising
Past my expectations
Is there any cause for celebration?
Actually there is
Because another day I get to live

Nothing to do but keep hope alive and pray for a miracle
Nothing to do but to close my eyes and pretend to be invisible
Nothing to do but to count my blessings
Instead of nurturing the negativity nesting
Nothing to do but survive and make it through
Nothing to do

My mama cried I was traumatized by witnessing her pain
And as she wept my promise kept I've honored her name
I became someone I've risen to the sun and felt the heat of its flame
Now I'm high on a cloud and I made her proud so her wishes wasn't in vain

Nothing to do but keep hope alive and pray for a miracle
Nothing to do but to close my eyes and pretend to be invisible
Nothing to do but to count my blessings
Instead of nurturing the negativity nesting
Nothing to do but survive and make it through
Nothing to do