pain of poverty
waking up to nothing
praying to god just for a little something
going to school just to be made fun of
you ignore them because your tired of them of
pointing and laughing, but inside ur breaking
you study hard trying to get striaght A's
at the same time daydreaming of life on the bay
nobody joins you for lunch, you cry and wish for a bunch of friends
walking home your day is over
seeing people on the streets knowing their life is over
coming home berly having a square meal
making a deal with the government its that real
going to sleep with no cool or heat
staying up all night trying to beat the noises of hell
praying to god but you see no answer
then you look up and see your under heaven
knowing that you live in the hood,
you know at the end you'll be good