Gon’ Make it

It’s the property of poverty, that wants to make it out, so stoppin me is not to be, cold hearted from broken homes to

Dollar tree, I’ve hoped alone and wrote this note to show you how hard it be, but I stay grindin, I don’t waist time, got an awaked mind

But far from free, and free to fall

If that trees tall, then start wit me

Whole heartedly

Now let’s change this just partly, you talkin all that gang shit, but don’t know how to aim bitch

Nd if I aim at you.. you know I aint gon say shit

Aint ah talker you claim you smarter

But you dumb and I won’t change shit, and I’ll put it in my play.list, cause bitch this how you make hits

I’ll take yo bitch(chick), and then make you clinch

I done faced the truth, nd I payed my shit

I done payed my dues, now the days are thin

When I’m makin moves, I’ve been bangin since…

Bitch

Just a lyrical poet, waiting for his surreal moment