Trouble Remains

I could buy a new crib, I could change my zip  

But the pain in my chest still come with the drip  

I could smile for them, I could flex for Instagram  

But the reaper still knock when he know who I am  

Tried to pray it away, tried to wash it with faith  

But the devil still charging what the block already paid  

Every win got a tax, every loss got a fee  

And the trouble stay lurking like it’s chasing me  

I don’t sleep, I just rest with one eye on the door  

Because the past don’t forget, and the future want more  

I could run to the hills, I could vanish in the mist  

But the trouble in my soul still clenching my fist  

So I light up the night with the fire in my chest  

And I spit for the ones who ain’t making it yet  

Trouble remains, but the hustle remain too  

I just pray when it’s over that the real me come through