Cheyenne Taylor - DIRT POOR

Who can I trust when I got history with bad karma?
Fighting pains and traumas
We were young pallbearers damn homie I'll pray for your momma
I blame the world for the pain it placed upon us
We didn't know so much
We were never showed no loved
There was no hope for us
My emotions I was told to never go and open up
Survival of the fittest
Dreams and nightmares pushed a youngin' passed the limits yeah
Fork in the road, got them boys taking wrong steps like they pigeon toe
I was working overtime when they did the bare minimal
Never mattered whether summer heat or shivering cold
My friends turned to foes
Some smoking laced blunts, turned to fentanyl
Jealousy turned to hate because I didn't remain the same, asymmetrical
All I know is stick to the principle
Cause I never bend, break, or fold
Now as I lay myself down to sleep
Pray the Lord my soul to keep
Know my angels are watching me
As I walk this road, as I walk this road
Who can I trust when I got history with bad karma?
Fighting pains and traumas
We were young pallbearers damn homie I'll pray for your momma
I blame the world for the pain it placed upon us
We didn't know so much
We were never showed no loved
There was no hope for us
My emotions I was told to never go and open up
Survival of the fittest
Dreams and nightmares pushed a youngin' passed the limits yeah
I come from the bottom baby boy coming up off the streets
Went through sorrows, trials and errors, running from police
I don't know about tomorrow, empty bellies, family deceased
That's the problem when you coming up from poverty
We don't live so properly, can't be government's property
Got these demons still haunting me
I was so lost and hopeless
Man I gotta stay focused
I remember days we were homeless
That shit had me voiceless
Cause it was embarrassing telling my friends my apartment door had eviction notice
My momma hurt deeply, my pops and brothers worked weekly
My little siblings had me concerned deeply, cause we didn't know where we were sleeping
I never ask for help cause I hate being needy
So humble if I saw you, would break bread I was never greedy
I pray to God everything falls through I hope you hear me, I hope you hear me, I hope you hear me

Written by:
Cheyenne Kinlicheenie

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