This is the sea of life and I'm drowning.
I know I can swim,
but feel like I keep sinking down
in these waters and I can't breathe.
I feel like I'm gonna blow it.
I can see people holding a life jacket,
but they won't throw it.
Entertained by my struggling,
they love to see me die.
Why not love to see me live instead of hearing my family cry?
Like a homeless person with a sign,
I would work for food.
Ain't no shame in being helpless.
It's a part of paying dues on an everyday
trip and trying to collect fives and tens.
So many worries,
I promise my bones show right through my skin.
Fancy cars and a mansion that ain't never been my goal.
A hoopty will be fine,
but somewhere warm when it's cold.
I know what it feels like not to be able to call the shots.
Have a pen, but no time to connect all the dots.
I do what I can do and then get down on my knees,
because I can't make it by my lonely Jesus.
Help a nigga please.
Help me please.
Blinded,
blinded by my tears and I just can't see.
So many devils trying to recycle my soul.
We're gonna get away from from.
Ain't no positive roles, just niggas and ghosts.
Send me a sign.
Yeah.
Much love to everybody doing time of the time.
Let's just say jail.
You did seem like soon as I'm finding happiness,
the joy is gone.
Kicking it was Steve Francis,
Mike Tyson and Roy Jones.
I waited my whole life to be somebody,
but now I've got to get a visit just to see somebody.
I'm in this all right,
but reminiscent all night.
But my cousin Trey is reconhecting his rap game.
So it's all right.
Grandmother and my auntie getting everything they need.
Trey's an angel in my eyesight,
a true friend indeed.
While I'm waiting for heaven, I smell the flame.
God sent Abraham and quickly snatched me from this pain.
I don't really want to die.
Just need a change of scenery.
I don't seem to many kids in the face of vision is meaning to me.
And my eyes like me and my soul.
One of the I'm persecuted daily by my friends.
It ain't easy to do what I can do and get down on my knees.
I have so many enemies.
Lord, would you help me?
Help me,
please.
Blinded,
blinded by my tears and I just can't see.
It's only on the devil's trying to recycle my soul.
Because getting together where I'm from,
I know positive roles.
Just because they know, send me a sign.
Just another *.
No, they've been on your mind.
Niggas, *.
Precinct five.
Niggas, *.
I was a full bearing punk ass bitch.
Trying to survive for me is like chasing the wind.
No, you ain't never going to catch it.
So what bother letting your knees be in?
I try to stay around some realness.
Brothers and sisters, how the people feel this?
If hurting misery is to do,
cheer with most city.
My hood will forever be my block.
Never thought I'd see the day and hand me over to the cops.
What a love from my homeboys.
I love you all, too.
I was the tugboat to your problems because I drove you through.
Just one question, though.
How could you do me like that?
I took your family.
I put some cash in your pocket.
Made you a man.
But now it's like you never knew me.
When take the fall for y'all.
So not y'all want to do me.
I made it about the hood and they coming back.
But unless I'm bringing the balls to get a hundred sack,
nigga,
I'm going to do what I'm going to do and then get down on my knee
and make a couple of G's.
But in God's name, every nigga to succeed.
DJ Power.
Wow. No time.
My DJ Power.
Wow. Dot com.
Chess out to my dog.
Zero.
Hello, Trey.
Hey, Tom, why let the truth be told?
Go pick up the regular version in stores right now to my rapper.