Caviar dreams and welfare nightmares.
All I'm trying to do is eat.
Why does it have to be so hard just to feed my seed?
A decent meal, a pair of fresh kicks for his fat feet.
Some say I chose this life but the ***** chose me.
It's probably so I can open my eyes and see
That **** wasn't so bad and how it could be.
The universe is shining light. It's telling me "Yea, it could be worse".
Uneducated, I could really be lost in this world.
Thinking the only way out is a basketball dream
Or moving work to stunt while pushing a beam.
My only hope is that my words reach the masses.
Cause I'm not the type to wait on $13 an hr in some nursing classes.
  
From Slim With Love