Poetic Gospel

How do you feel when you not knowing what's real when you out in that field-that life you live get chu killed you live by ya design and play the hand you was dealt

Make sure that you DOT ya eyes and cross the Ts to what's next

Shits getting Realer ugh crib in the villa uh came from the trenches 2 us standing on the ceilings uh

I act like I ain't had shit cuz I ain't never have shit now it's money by the boat load they say that I'm lavish

Something that they do t know I deal with the madness kids gone baby moma trippin on some mad shit

Old shit bitch let it go that shit past tense my absences is only cuz yo actions Iont ass kiss treat it like my hustle can't go backwards that's average

Can't treat her like my hoe she too raw-gotta bad bitch

Overcame adversity I vanquished nigga I just hope they understand me niggah

Straight from the trenches this poetic gospel

I'm really one of them ones hoods only apolstle

Say it's safe where we come from-but we know that's not true