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My life (Uncensored)
Momma never told me there'd be days like this.
Failed to inform me every morning I'd awaken stressed
Like a janitor, sifting through the bullshit. Got me fucking pissed.
And if life supposed to be a blessing why da hell I'm stressed to death!?
Told to maintain patience through probation, but shit I got 20 left.
And chasing to remain in the same financial situation got me outta breath.
Tryna stretch dez nothing ass checks till the ends is met.
Man dez jobs is a joke dey aint making cents.
And I just wanna feed my kids. I aint tryna make it rich.
Ties cut wit my pups, yet and still I try my best to build relationships.
Risking my freedom just to feed em, but complaints is all the thanks I get.
And da FEDS and da State, dey a fucking trip!
Timed served and they got the nerve to still wanna see me sit,
12 year old cases and they still tryna make em stick!
Needs and responsibilities got me in my bag wit dis mask on my face, life sentence on my waist, and a pocket fulla zips.
Tryna provide meals for my kids. I ont do it for da trilla shit!!!
3X felon, society aint showing me no fucking sypathy so literally I gotta muscle it!!
A million responsibilities in front of me wit only two hands to juggle it
Failed to inform me every morning I'd awaken stressed
Like a janitor, sifting through the bullshit. Got me fucking pissed.
And if life supposed to be a blessing why da hell I'm stressed to death!?
Told to maintain patience through probation, but shit I got 20 left.
And chasing to remain in the same financial situation got me outta breath.
Tryna stretch dez nothing ass checks till the ends is met.
Man dez jobs is a joke dey aint making cents.
And I just wanna feed my kids. I aint tryna make it rich.
Ties cut wit my pups, yet and still I try my best to build relationships.
Risking my freedom just to feed em, but complaints is all the thanks I get.
And da FEDS and da State, dey a fucking trip!
Timed served and they got the nerve to still wanna see me sit,
12 year old cases and they still tryna make em stick!
Needs and responsibilities got me in my bag wit dis mask on my face, life sentence on my waist, and a pocket fulla zips.
Tryna provide meals for my kids. I ont do it for da trilla shit!!!
3X felon, society aint showing me no fucking sypathy so literally I gotta muscle it!!
A million responsibilities in front of me wit only two hands to juggle it
Published 9th Jan 2013
| Edited 29th Sep 2015
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9th Jan 2013 3:39am
Dont be so fast to judge DaKid. Gun and mask in my hand but I'm just a man tryna feed his wife and kids...
9th Jan 2013 5:10am
21st Jan 2013 8:01pm
Yeah man ... Run dat brah .... !!!!!
and ... Keep ya head up .... !!!
Keep on expressing it Kid .... KEEP ON .... Expressing it .... !!!
Bless.
Big V
and ... Keep ya head up .... !!!
Keep on expressing it Kid .... KEEP ON .... Expressing it .... !!!
Bless.
Big V
22nd Apr 2013 5:23pm
"A million responsibilities in front of me wit only two hands to juggle it" ummmm....damn.....as i sit and think....
