Bring me brighter days, offer me a chance to change.
Im a father to 2 kids, stress N' pain keep me up late.
All threw thenight there cries shake my brain. N' cause pain.
Broke every day, hungry while I slave to make money,
So I can pay the government until they dig my grave.
Corners ain't the place to be, when you lookin for some extra green.
Sitin in the ally, Post up in the shade, and i stay late
Money and weight stay behind the gate,
Can't afford to go jail, or lose the product that's paying for my food.
Treated like I'm rude cuz I learned young to mug and my face got stuck that way.
When I got stuck paying nightly for a place to lay.
Food comes from my pockets I got a 5 finger store in there cuz its more convenient.
I don't even buy **** no more.
Riskin prison for a pack of blacks that keep idiots from gettin ***** slaped when they lips smack askin for bag of smack.
Hands out holding change askin for whatever they can get with that.
I keep my.. game peice in the..
winnin position.. game called ghetto broke livin..
My strategy a secret so... I'm in first position yo..
Hustle my livin from.. dealin medicine and sellin everything you own... till I got a cash enough, to buy a bank you know. I plan to rule the world with... the knowledge that.. gangsters loaned me way back when I was a kid. Now I know I'm destined to, make Dimonds out of ashes that.. I saved from bowls I smoked alone.
Took years and im still broke, grew up and learned I had Hustle to smoke, now I'm top bound,
smokin hopein for a chance to see a better life than I've had given
