Pain in the air

Fuck the industry

Stay away from me

I'm real gifted

I don't need no help

No ghost writing

Yes I'm real gifted

Sat back watched the game closely

And I'm still wishin

Half these fake rappers

Disappear

Cause they real bitches

Bitchin about life

Why

Cause they'll never have real riches

Blowin money

On the clothes hos cars

And pill addictions

Which is

Why I'll stay the same

Never change

Still with it

Took this broken life of mine

Told em that I will fix it

Ten boys in one small room, barely any space to breathe

Cleveland winters, cold and cruel, planted seeds of disbelief

Mama's eyes, they used to shine, before the pipe took hold

Now her laughter's just a whine, a story often told

Out the door and into the street, another lesson learned the hard way

Fighting just to make ends meet, hoping for a brighter day

Nine blood brothers, rough and wild, teaching me to stand my ground

Every brick and broken tile, echoed with a bitter sound

Streets of Cleveland, concrete gray, another brother locked away

Mama's lost in a crack haze, fighting through these endless days

Just trying to survive, just trying to make it out alive

This ain't no playground, this is real, the pain and struggle that we feel

Little brother, just a kid, now he's trapped behind the bars

Another life that slipped and slid, under Cleveland's fading stars

Used to play ball in the park, now he's staring at a cell wall

Lost his light, left his mark, answering the system's call

Every day's a constant grind, dodging bullets, dodging pain

Leaving all the good behind, caught up in the pouring rain

Wish I could turn back the clock, to a time when hope was clear

Before the endless, ticking clock, filled our hearts with so much fear

Streets of Cleveland, concrete gray, another brother locked away

Mama's lost in a crack haze, fighting through these endless days

Just trying to survive, just trying to make it out alive

This ain't no playground, this is real, the pain and struggle that we feel

I see the shadows of our past, haunting every corner stone

How long can this darkness last? Feeling utterly alone

But there's a flicker, deep inside, a stubborn will to break the chain

Though the city tries to hide, hope still whispers through the rain

Streets of Cleveland, concrete gray, another brother locked away

Mama's lost in a crack haze, fighting through these endless days

Just trying to survive, just trying to make it out alive

This ain't no playground, this is real, the pain and struggle that we feel

Cleveland, oh Cleveland, you hold my pain

But I'm still standing, through the sun and rain

Still fighting, still breathing, for a brighter dawn

Before all hope is truly gone.