Flashy

How many days we gonna live our life struggling on the streets

C'mon

How many days we gotta live our life

What

Searching for a way to eat

You gotta

You gotta stay down stay down just to see a brighter day

Day

Stay down stay down just to live a better way

C'mon

Stay down stay down just to live a brighter day

What

Yeah How many blacks gotta die by the hands of another

Don't you understand that man's the same color so that man is your brother

That's what happens when that man is from the gutter

Uh-huh

And that man is a hustler trying to survive moving grams of that butter

See his momma was a d**e fiend poppa was a rolling stone he never knew what family was he grew up in a broken home

Ever since twelve years old he was known as grown 'cause ever since twelve years old he was on his own

And even though it seemed like school was the best plan his only choice was distributing the rock like

Def Jam While everybody else was getting diplomas he graduated from the middle of the strip to the corner

But I don't knock him cause he tryin to bubble there's no food on the table the rents past due and that's why he hustles and

I ain't sayin that its right to be dealin

All I'm sayin is

I feel him

Yeah Now baby girl's got a promising future

Huh

But her moms passed away while she was younger and her father's a loser

He'd always abused her but what else you expect from a coward

He wasn't even proud when she got accepted to

Howard And even though she loves college everyday it would stress her but it wasn't cause of exams or she hate her professor it was her financial situation here she couldn't pay a semester

And the only means of making it better was totally reversing the role lap dancing working that pole even though deep down its hurting her soul

And even if it meant taking off her clothes she was down for what ever to help her accomplish her personal goals

And I ain't trippin off a-how shortie livin

She gotta pay her tuiton put food in the kitchen and that's why she strippin and

I ain't sayin

I agree with her job but s**t times is hard

Now see the moral of the story is this if you ain't tryin to help stop our troubles then don't knock our hustle cause really at the end of the day its not ya'll struggle but you always got something to say well hear this f**k you

Yeah that's right

I'm talking to you come try to sleep in our beds eat off our plates take a walk in our shoes look at the world from our view try to live by our rules drink the same water we do put your kids in our schools

I guarantee you won't maintain your health you'll probably try to end it all and hang yourself or bang yourself

You couldn't possibly understand all pain we felt and without folding your hands play the games we dealt

I'm being real

I ain't tryin to be evil

Look how we live look how ya'll live c'mon be serious how is we equal

Matter fact

I feel I'm wasting my time

I'm finished writing this rhyme

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