i want to tell the world a story .
leave out the violence , forget about the goriness .
” tell me where the story is ? ” reply / d
b / c it ‘ s not a story unless somebody dies .
they don ‘ t glamorize those scrapping by , but
struggling to collect every nicKel n dime .
always on the grind , slave from nine – to – five .
… even reality tv forgot they ‘ re alive .
i ‘ m not surprised b / c i was raised by them .
born the son of a slave driven
i ‘ ll be the same , i ‘ m sure , b / c
our bloodlines taint / d w / a ancient curse .
i hate where i ‘ m at , but Keep going back n
every time i leave it ‘ s via the same tracK .
these are the struggles .
we ‘ ve all got to do it .