Wake-Up

On every block, a hustler's broken dream

Every hood, back alley, drug enforcement team

Fucked up people shooting off their guns

This street, my turf, thinking he runs

His ambition to make a million is so strong

Leave a rat out their feinin' it won't be long

They'll bring his ass down, take it all

And when he looks around, only he will fall

Wake-Up money maker, it's all going to fade

And every single dime, every hundo you ever made

Will belong to the US Government, what a life

In comes the cartel, holding hostage your kids and wife

Wishing you didn't play with a fire you couldn't put out

As you think of ways to set them up, you turn to your doubt

Do you put everything you have on the line?

Choke up, tell the truth? So you can again live fine?

Where's your head at when you're sitting in that cell?

Why didn't you think it through before you put em thru hell?

No reason to breathe, you cave in and break

And the first member of your families lives they will take

You're stuck wishing that you never chose to deal

This just goes to show you that the struggle is real!