[Verse 1]
I'm always hard working at working hard
Still I feel I never play my part
Always tryna be a better brother but my sister look at me like I'm a star
Always try to be a better son, but my momma tell me that I do enough
Bro's from the hood hit my phone and they always say I don't come thru enough
I wonder which is true?
At times I feel I got so much to do I don't know what to do
N***as think I'm living comfortable but being comfortable is uncomfortable, I'm tryna' do more
Rarely ever do I sleep in
Rarely ever do I sleep at all
It's harder dreaming since a n***a cut back on alcohol, got to many thoughts
Wonder if I might die at my next traffic stop
Wonder if I stay on break to long writing songs, will I lose my job?
Wonder if I even give a fuck
I Know my boss, he don't give a fuck
I'm really just another dark skin n***a he can use to make money from
Think I don't notice?
Think I don't notice?
Think I don't notice all the side eyes every time another n***a die on the channel 6 news by the hands of the cops
Then they leave his dead Black body in the middle of the Black road and all the Black people gotta watch
What you think that do to a n***a?
What you think it do to us n***as?
When they feel the only way they gon' stay safe is killing more n***as
When I feel the only way I'm gon' stay safe is being dead
Why America find it so hard to let me live?