The Devils Shackles (feat. Boston Black)

On the rise to overcome my struggle Let my soul do the fighting let my heart stick to the hustle You don't know what I go through Can you feel me the devil's trying to keep me in shackles Still got my eyes on heavens door can you feel me In the rain city it stayed pouring on me every day Wanna push the clouds to the side so I could see brighter days Catch me walking down MLK with nowhere to stay If I couldn't make the money I was trying to make away See mama was a dope fiend and my auntie was a scammer Family, I never seen and my Pops was in the slammer I'm immune to this heartache because happiness was never there Just another lost little man caught up in that foster care But I couldn't stay there long lines welfare Long nights I said a prayer did he answer sometimes yeah But now I'm on my own with no toilet to piss in or on Holding other peoples sacks but I got to get my own Have you ever been kicked out in the cold with nowhere to go It's like my childhood was stole like I never grew up My kids be saying daddy come see Me but it's hard to give them something I never had it ain't that easy On the rise to overcome my struggle Let my soul do the fighting let my heart stick to the hustle You don't know what I go through Can you feel me the devil's trying to keep me in shackles Still got my eyes on heavens door can you feel me Out of nowhere here comes the crack era And it was just a matter of time Before I got put on like mascara Situation so critical My history made it typical I am selling the same stuff that took my moms away so hypocritical See my life's like a seesaw everything is uncertain I am accustomed to my heart Long as my pockets ain't hurting Man I been to the pen through it all nothings left Lost friends lost kin contemplating on my death I am stuck up in this madness which way should I go My soul is full of sadness somebody let me know Does heaven got room for me or am I headed stairs Cause for some reason I ain't scared it's probably better they're yea I'm a product of my upbringing Me and joy ain't never speaking All the hurt all the pain I had to shake it like seasoning My kids be saying daddy come see me But it's hard to give them something I never had It ain't that easy On the rise to overcome my struggle Let my soul do the fighting let my heart stick to the hustle You don't know what I go through Can you feel me the devil's trying to keep me in shackles Still got my eyes on heavens door can you feel me