I'm telling u it's no joke
u wake up in the morning
wearing the same damn shirt,
You make yo way to school
while u talking to the dirt,
u barely hold yo bag,
U sick n tired
of people laughing up
while the fundz
of other kids is stacking up,
I'm cracking up,
I really wanna cry,
I always fail the course,
I gotta make the test
while my parents get divorced,
It's not my fault
I really wanted
something else for me,
I see,
I know that I was cursed,
I'm very much aware t
hat I'm really not the first
And certainly not the worst,
Why did I see my mom
walking all the way to work,
12 hours a day
and it's never quite enough,
this lifestyle,
I guess it's really tough,
Especially
when I was bussin up,
I'm sorry mom
I cause you all this stress,
More or less
I'm gonna get you
with a dress
I promise u I'll make it;
rapping, working
or back on the street
I swear to take it
Chorus:
Day and night,
it feels I'm meant to be
How long will it take,
for me
to make it outta misery,
I'm sick of being broke
with all
these people dissing me,
I guess my destiny is
Bound and chained
to a life of misery
I can't escape the fact,
I'm jacked
My pain inside
will never be intact
in fact,
I think I'm gonna crack
And die in misery
Days are passing by,
now I'm running with the thugs,
they always showed me love,
Some dropped outta school
cuz we all
a bunch of educated fools,
We think we know it all,
I was about 14
but I didn't know the rules,
The only thing united us
was money-lacking.
Mama told me:
to do what I got to do
cuz life's a bitch.
I made a robbery
and I came back with the cuffs,
This shit is rough and rugged
so I turned out with the puffs.
I think that poverty
is the worst thing you can have.
No matter what they say you know
it's all about the cash.
You're using all yo health
to get a little bit of dough
and then you spend it all
to put you back in pieces
Most of us deprive,
Of everything
so we gotta use the tools
that we were given to survive,
But all of it beside:
everybody zgotta great heart
if you take it from the start.
It's all about the way
we play our cards…
Chorus
Years gone by
this life is still
a muthafucking joke,
And I don't see
no mothafucking hope:
I'm muthafucking broke:
My criminal record is going up,
The land of opportunity
is flushed down the drain,
I'm stuck up in this game,
Growing up without a nickel
is a fucking shame,
The wound is internal
and the bleeding is eternal,
It's really like
I'm never gonna see
the end of the tunnel,
and the streets are infernal,
I really did the best
I could to make it right,
Walking all alone
in the middle of the night.
I gotta do the best
with what I own,
and even though I'm grown,
I gotta scan
and focus in my zone.
And I don't wanna deal
Every time I think about it,
I get the fucking chills,
Cuz you can start with weed
and you finish with the pills,
If you don't pay on time,
it can end up with a kill,
No matter what you
really gotta feel it
Chorus
Day and night,
it feels
I'm meant to be
Bound and chained
to a life of misery