Raymond Ayala, 116 -1502, 7G,
I start this verse with a prayer
For the strength of my weakness
That I keep working through failure
So that I'll eventually reach it
I see his blessing and promise
I whispered them to my demons
until they rescued me from them
I know my blessing is coming,
and consciously felt promoted success
Inside my mind and my thoughts
while I'm consuming the seed
So I've been finding my heart
to bear the fruit from the tree
And I salute to my genes,
the single parents who struggle
But still produce for their needs,
their kids inherit the hustle
And for my homies in prison
without no family to close
Before you know you're my relative,
know it by hand if it's yours
And I know, it's been a long road
It's the choices that we chose
With poison in our soul, it still flows
They're only wilder than we was
Mama left with the burden
But you were not delinquent
Without direction and purpose
Lord protect them from curses
Because it's hard on these streets
He's just aggressively searching,
he's wearing hard on his sleeve
no you ain't born to play
Ta -taking part in the beef,
you do it out for the set
and life will dramatically fail
When your partner turns state,
That's only half of the deal,
but we never would listen
It's the reason most real niggas
Just check the statistics,
all this death in the hood
And when they want a conviction,
we shoot ourselves in the foot
And I know, it's been a long road
and the weather's so cold
It's the choices that we chose,
Lord, who's still in the slum
even though we ain't kick it as much
I finally understand what it
United as a man of the street
But I was hurting beneath it
Don't wanna die with the grief
Without us murking our demons
I took it worse than when Lisa
My baby sister went crazy
From ever since in the 80's
My grandma Rosie my favorite
She helps me bury the trauma
Lord knows that I'm thankful
for Tia's Mary and Martha
I was there when my momma,
When welfare wasn't solving,
she had to fool us some dough
And I know, it's been a long road
Sometimes it hurt more, through the storm
And the world is so cold,
it's the choices that we chose
It still flows, and I know
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