SUNSHINE.

I'm from the sunshine, where the sun don't shine, but our sons gon shine

Tell me what else we gon do? Survive another summer though we hustle till the sun up While these crackas wanna run us

Turn a green face blue as if I dyed a dollar though I never die for dollars

Only family pray to Mama on the days I feel through

Most our parents didn't want us still worked that shit regardless

So we work ourselves regardless cause there ain't no excuse

They done left us hanging like strange fruit wring us out to bring us out

Then drink our blood as if it's juice gentrify to raise the price and stomp us down with Their boot

Told myself it's time to move but where else will I go?

It's like I'm swimming with a noose while tryna stay afloat

The more I try to grasp for air the deeper that I go