| Life is a struggle and pain, I can’t see the
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| Sunny days 'fore the rain, G-O-D please
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| Help me to maintain, because I don’t
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| Wanna die, if I’m living in vein
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| Sometimes I just wanna scream
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| But I know, G-O-D will make it right for me
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| When I feel like I can’t take no more, of these rugged streets
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| I let him take over, now my mind is free from worries
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| So many negatives, I can’t fall
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| Got my cheese, and Pac’s are posted on my wall
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| If I make any more mistakes, I can now learn from em all
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| Cause I’m grown now I found him, so you know I’m strong now
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| I write my songs, with plenty of pride
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| For my people, that done burned for years and died
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| Don’t you wanna grow over your child, so you can know who you are
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| Instead of putting the world on pause, just to drive that fancy car
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| Hey boy, I want you to feel me now
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| Cl’Che know you got it pain, won’t love you anyhow
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| Need you to help that little sister you know, build some esteem
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| You wanna know what’s on her mind, and not in her jeans
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| Let’s make this world a better place, for the living
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| Let’s make our minds a better place, for thinking and listening
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| My people, let’s try to make a change
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| Cause I don’t wanna die, if I’m living in vein
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| Even with God in my life, it’s still hard in my life
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| Motherfuckers call it so close, to be fraud in my life
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| And I can’t understand, Z-Ro ain’t doing no wrong
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| That’s probably why they be fucking with me, thinking I’m all song
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| But it’s all gravy you wanna hate me, then go on hate me
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| Cause I’ve been looking for reasons, to take it off safety
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| And a motherfucker don’t make me for me, lay me feeling on me
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| Like nobody don’t really want me, the pressure creeping up on me
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| I wonder what happy is, cause I’ve never known it
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| People I meet ain’t partnas, they potential opponents
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| Cloudy days, and the place I come from running from cops
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| Put it down in the alley way, when they pass I’m busting some shots
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| Sorry God, I know I ain’t got no business selling dope and tripping God
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| Show me some inspiration, when you see me slipping God
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| Cause when I die, I don’t want it to be in vein
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| I’d rather serve in heaven, won’t be in the Penn in the flame
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| Know you can go anywhere you wanna go
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| You can be, anything you wanna be
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| You can see, anything you wanna see
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| If you keep G-O-D, first everyday
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| And it hurts, the daily living while you flipping
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| Through your hood, with your partnas kicking
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| Click tripping, don’t know why he had a short living
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| You don’t know, yeah you know
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| He ain’t the first, oh how the truth hurts
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| So I’mma go, where I wanna go
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| And if I’m pressing for a fo', that’s what I’m gonna blow
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| Long as my bills paid and my rent paid, it’s all gravy
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| Cause when I was on this, ain’t nan one of my people saved me
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| Life is a struggle and a pain, but I’m maintaining
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| I pray I won’t get found naked, with my brains hanging
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| Too many niggas, trying to get me for my paper stack
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| So I’mma be bout a playa, now where the haters at |