I Got A Story To Tell

Sometimes I wake up in the morning stressing You know it’s hard to feel happy when you feel no progression That money used to disappear before we even got it I used to wonder why it was so hard to make a profit Every single month the bills grow late Parents sacrificing everything to keep us straight It felt like everyday my daddy used to beat us Me and my brother couldn't bite the hand that feed us Cause' we too young to really understand What it's like being a father being a man He sold his music equipment that was his only treasure I learned sometimes you gotta bleed to release the pressure I trust in God and I just to try keep my head up but the shit don't work I'm dropping money in that basket thinking that's going work But it don't work and I wonder why Momma used to go in that bathroom where she would cry Sometimes I wake up in the morning stressing I got a story to tell Sometimes I wake up in the morning stressing I got a story to tell My parents kicked my brother out that nigga fell for the streets It felt like something was wrong cause' no reaction from me I gotta deal with them bigger niggas alone now I gotta handle the youngest two on my own now I'm on a block full of robbers and car jackers Made friends with some dealers some who got slammed after We used to steal out them stores we ain't had shit It ain't no good in my town we doing bad shit The laws used to roll around my street Them white folks used to call them Call them white man's beast My parents argued a lot That shit was fucking up my sleep So I hit the block a lot being home was blocking my peace Cause' nobody in the house could really understand me TV don't make sense cause' it ain't bout my family I'm in my brother hand me downs I ain't really had clothes Started sleeping in my class I ain't really had goals I hate my life I barely smiled 5 times that I heard it And what’s the point of living if you feel you don’t deserve it I guess we lost the purpose through all that pain that we feel Most of our life while we always working And all that working put a shift in my mind frame I felt nothing I got immune to all the pain I long lost the purpose of crying tears Cause' them tears don't really put away my fears Sometimes I wake up in the morning stressing I got a story to tell Sometimes I wake up in the morning stressing I got a story to tell My deepest thoughts come 100 ways A lucid dreamer but the future won’t predict my days Better days supposed to come I found it hard to believe Sometimes I felt so alone sometimes alone I'm at ease I hit my knees begging god for help Did he do it at all or did I do it all myself? Cause' we don't really struggle like back in the days before I can handle some of them bills they ain't trouble no more I know my family ain't perfect because we still fight I'm glad my brother survived that nigga alright And now we both rapping Ain't that some shit My daddy used to be a rapper now his sons could spit But Imma be the one to shake shit and get us a mill Cause' I'm putting all of my soul into this music for real Niggas say they love my shit they say I'm harder than most When you going do some videos? When you going do you some shows? I find I smile a little more compared to older times They say I'm hard to approach That's just my state of mind I'm too dirty I mean that south done rose a nigga rough It's strange hearing I love you cause' I ain't heard enough Sometimes I wake up in that morning stressing My mind numb always searching for the answer when my blessing gone come I conversate with my beats when I sit a spell Go get our people together cause' a nigga he got a story to tell Sometimes I wake up in the morning stressing I got a story to tell Sometimes I wake up in the morning stressing I got a story to tell Sometimes I wake up in the morning stressing I got a story to tell Sometimes I wake up in the morning stressing I got a story to tell