Another day I wake up
An empty space inside my heart no one seems to take up
I'm never letting go
Cos even though I get like, five people at my shows
I got my spirit upper lifted
And everyday I thank the gods they made a kid so gifted
Cos if it wasn't for my writing sk**s, I'd be hiding still
Never knowing what it meant to live with exciting thrill
Nevertheless, at times I get an ugly feeling deep inside my chest
It breaks my heart the way I see my people grind
Selling fruits and flowers, just to shrine for they fam
This lady on my block goes around collecting cans
So that one day, she can get her kid some better looking pants
And people still complain about the way they're living
Be thankful for the things you got, and the things you've been given
Cos people like to say that their lives are really difficult
But never in their lives have they gone through something critical
Another day I live
Another day I ask myself where the hell I've been
I'm lost as hell when it comes to me
Alone with no company, but know I got your back
I'll take a bullet if you down with me
Sign of respect, to everybody listening
I hope you never see your people go through what I'm witnessing
It's disrespectful, the way they see my brown skin
I'm college educated, yet you ask why all the frowns, kid
Not enough people go to college as minorities
Which, I think is the reason we have no sense of authority
Tell me, can you imagine us uniting?
The power that we'd have if everyone would stop the fighting
Come into my neighborhood, you'll see we're the majority
But kids don't go to school
Instead, they be asking where the forties be
And I don't blame them, cos there's no one to encourage them
Which I be trying to do in every rhyme, to try and nourish them
Soon they'll be flourishing
Another day I breath
Another day I wonder when my time will be to leave
And when I do, I won't be sad as long as all of you remember me
In hopes that I become more than just another memory embedded in your mind
I hope to touch a soul or two, in every single rhyme
And if I do, then that's okay as long as I live in your hearts
The way we live our lives is really up to us
You can live it with the negative, or live it with the plus
Remember that eventually, we're known to turn to dust
And you might be made of steel, but eventually you'll rust
Isn't it funny how you start off really small
Eventually we learn how to move and how to crawl
Point of views will change as we reach a certain age
And there will come a time when you will reach your final page
Life is like a book, everybody has a story
But only you decide if all the tales in there are boring