It’s cold and I wish God could come and visit.
Like a street beggar I need a blanket, I’m freezing.
Life is not easy and will never be.
I will stay strong, Lucifer will never win.
Life is a struggle, hustle, and needs a person with a muscle.
Balls of steel, I got a skill to kill.
Selling newspapers, I gotta wake up early.
Tryna make cents so that I don’t sleep with my stomach empty.
I’m always angry because my mom and pops left me
With my granny and she’s ill.
By accident by police by a gun my brother was killed.
Rest in peace to him and now I got big shoes to fill.
No TV, no radio, no food, no nothing.
Nigger gotta hustle for something.