Came from the bottom, still scraping the dirt
Dreams in my pocket but my wallet got hurt
Woke up this morning, same shirt on my back
Praying for a miracle, still praying for stacks
Cops on the corner, they watching my moves
Friends turned to ghosts when I ain't had the juice
Mama on the phone, she crying through the line
Told her keep the faith, told her everything fine
But the rent due Friday and the fridge looking bare
Told the landlord "next week," but he don't even care
Hustle in my blood, got the fire in my veins
Every loss I took just turned me to a flame
Streets talking loud but I keep my mouth shut
Trusting anybody? Nah, that gets you cut
Eyes on the prize but the vision getting blurry
Still I keep pushing, still I keep sturdy
About the Creator
Forest Green
Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy.
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