Letras
It's a lesson in perspective, respect it
Full of empty, judge a glass to this
Half of us are just accidents
From two folks being too passionate
As your plan starts, you don't consider the landmarks
You wear the trauma daily, hope your skin don't show the damn marks
To your trauma, you're Fred Astaire
Or Frank Hatchett, that's it, but frankly anchors are everywhere
Reflecting times of kids bike pedaling on poverty tours
As I matured, I'm like, I'm not settling
Bro kept the same energy, spent life peddling
Said corporate America locked him out and wouldn't let him in
Can God bless him at the church paying dues through sins
While the devil ups his level, due to what he'll do the win
The truest friend, everyone's food except you cause you fed him
Your mama knows that's your dog, she hugs him and pets him
I just wanna take them chains off his mind
But like others that get chains, he only sees one way to grind
How was he supposed to raise his hopes alone
He did B&E's seeing he entered the world raised in a broken home
The agenda was pushed to get dope shit
So why is pushing dope far-fetched for someone hopeless
Look how limited his scope is, how could he focus
The hustler drives a Benz, the teacher drives a Focus
You probably say the kid is superficial, but it's get rich or die trying
And he ain't choose his issues, he started church just to join a dinner
He felt good once a week, but his burning desires wouldn't simmer
Who cares who had it worse, we never played struggle wars
Until the self-harm years, school had us playing tug of war
Tax time splurging we went to Chuck E. Cheese
Playing games, stayed away from rats with pizza stains on dungarees
Tricky thing is the anchors held us down
At Mickey D's we learned to eat, sometimes you gotta deal with clowns
At Jim Dandy's we learned patience was the mission
If you wait, you could eat better, so let's split this chicken