It was told to me that Niggas don't give a fuck about content/All they want to hear about is muthafuckaz hustling with criminal intent

I try to explain that without positivity, we will never progress/But when you approach with solid evidence, Niggas take shit as a threat

A sign of disrespect cause I don't feel what they feel/Unheld by secret conspiracies of oppression, I choose to keep it real

But keeping it real don't pay the bills, yet in still/I make it a duty to seek knowledge and live

But what is life, living broke, doing it the right way/When instead I could be on the corna, graveyard shift getting paid

But the reality is that I work for fifty cents over minimum wage/In control of house payments day to day

My boss forcing me to shave, irritate my face/take out my earrings, loss the tongue ring, change my image; And think it's worth the pay

Not to mention I'm tired and homesick; every night I get bent/Tipping the bottle, injecting poison, hoping I might forget