This is a poor mans cry
what do i do
i try and i try
but i can't pull thru
I work hard and struggle
Plus on the side I hustle
The game is killing me
and that has a price
the game don't care
about my hard life
Don't care about my kids
Or the security of my wife
I just pay the bills
and sometimes pay them twice
still slaving in the field
crops not paying the yield
hell yeah I'm mad
i need the cash
don't want my babies
eating hash
don't want my girls
trying to dance
so i need my papers
to give them a chance
my oldest baby wants
a mustang
got to work with her
so she wont start to hang
my baby girl wants
a vette
and she's 14
I'm beginning to sweat
mom chills with me
can't leave her alone
my responsibility
to provide a home
18 years she had my back
so i return the favor
no need to act
pops passed on
no one to lean on
so sad he's gone
man enough to be strong
cause this fight is no fun
especially when you're the only one
