I give thanks, to the single momma working hard
Clean the yard, keep her guard, and a decline bank card
Appreciation, to da sister waiting at the bus station, living life with no foundation. Head up like a celebration, although her man incarcerated for some minor altercation, smiling, strutting her stuff, to fool peoples expectation
But deep inside she feel fustration, she losing inspiration
I give thanks to the shawty lookin bad, even tho she strapped for cash, and her boyfriend beat that a**. And she never call her dad, cuz she know he won't call back. Got a n***a feeling sad, cuz that sh** is a fact
I give thanks to young nigha on the block, selling rocks, toting jocks, around the clock, to get the guap. To feed his mom, to feed his pops
See his homies, see his squad
Fleeist mop, the fleeist broad
Move bricks, see the top
I give thanks
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I give thanks to the high schooler like to hoop. Playing guard he like shoot. Really in it for the loot. Tryna choose a different route. Ball dream, he pursue, tryna be top recruit
Someone his block salute
I give thanks to the younging tryna spit. Really tryna make some hits and he know never gonna quit. Cuz he got a feeling, he should take it serious, tryna be notorious
I give thanks n***a, n***as hating but I give thanks