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.
