lower Class

They don't recognize the struggle, we go thru everyday, so I reach out to the lord cause my road is a blur. My vision of my path is becoming obscure, hard to keep the faith with the devil at my door. They keep telling me my faith it will help conquer but it's the same thing I'm trying to restore. It's like a cures that's been laid upon since birth Watching my mother struggle it's now my burden to endure.Head my household everyday gets worse so sit back and me an god converse. Asking for forgiveness and resenting my past. Getting out the ghetto is a dream that have so I take my life story scratch it on this pad With beats and my rhythms I know my dream will take flight cause with God by my side I have the will to fight.