my life aint no crystal stair
wake in the moring on what feels like a bed of rocks, my neice on the other
my momma say we gon be alright, i sure be listenin
im here in the present but think about the future
be in the future to forget about the pasture forget about the past, but never forget
when my dad used to listen to the pastor
went from living the life, ended up losing it all
used to seeing birds chirpin
now i see gang bangin, fist fightin, guns blowin
got evicted now we live in the ghetto,
buy little buy little so the price is far
dont ask for much, dont know how she gon pay the fair
my joy? i dont know of no joy, that was taken when my dad went to go live it well
wish i had a genie to grnt me three wishes
wish i was a bird, wish i was a eagle, i wish i could fly away from this evil
fly away from my problems and dont worry about where he go
i dont know where my tomorrow is
lookin kinda blurry