It's a blessing everyday that I rise.
Gotta thank my creator cuz everyday somebody dies.
Caught in the struggle I try to take nothing for granted.
I know it's gonna be alright you never see me panic.
I seen the worst of times so my eyes bleed pain.
Solider minus the fatigues, skin's thick as tanks.
I don't have much so I cherish what I got.
Money ain't long so it's hard to keep a spot.
Solo in the cockpit I'm on another plane.
Birds eye view, looking down on you lames.
We are not the same, my circles like cyborgs.
Half you rappers looking like you shop at a dike store.
Hold up, I drifted for a minute.
Excuse my personality, I'm known to be a cynic.
Judgmental mind-state, product of united states.
If you ask me it's really the decided states.
***Good times hard to come by. That's why most of us stuck in the hard times.
Not if you got God in your life. A lot of lost souls still starving for life.***
Think about it, ain't no need to elaborate.
While y'all get fucked, I choose to masturbate.
Facing hard times, I ain't talking mathematics.
50 something, moms still feeding that habit.
Devils at work got goons dressed as angels.
Faith getting tested everyday from different angles.
Sign of the times, is it myth is it fact.
Media's feeding us fabricated facts.
Pumping fear in the weak minded individuals.
Most politicians are white collar criminals.
Scientists trying to play God in the lab.
Abusing the power that, God let em have.
Believe what you want, I'm just voicing my opinions.
Rebel with a cause not a socialite minion.
When they gone legalize weed cross the states?
Guess its when they figure out how much they can make.
***Good times hard to come by. That's why most of us stuck in the hard times.
Not if you got God in your life. A lot of lost souls still starving for life.***
The older that I get the less bullshit I take.
Time gets me wiser realizing what's at stake.
My life, is like a chess game but at the same time,
It ain't a game in racing for the finish line.
So when I get there, I'll savoir major victory.
I pray to God cuz the devil trying to get me.
Actually he got a grip I'm trying to break loose.
Thankfully I'm in control of what my heart do.
Life ain't all bad as it might seem.
Coked up motherfuckers selling pipe dreams.
Am I less than a man because I ball,
On a budget. Why front? My stacks aint tall.
Back against the wall so I'm fighting with a vengeance.
S on many chest for the struggle like a pendant.
My rhymes are documentaries, I give you little clips.
I see a lot of coonery, rhymes like slave ships.
***Good times hard to come by. That's why most of us stuck in the hard times.
Not if you got God in your life. A lot of lost souls still starving for life.***