Going Thru It

[Verse 1]
True story
Check a real nigga out tho
When you think of me, real come to mind
Shit I did lost my mind when my cutty died
I did witness death about a dozen times
Only suicide you know, is probably running lines
How you say you getting down but never come inside
Never need a helping hand, I keep a gun in mine
Shit I was doing bad over a hundred times
And never worry gotta rain for the sun to shine
Can't make it through this shit you gotta wanna grind
Have patience in the paper it will come in time
I was in your same position once upon a time
My life changed, same day I seen my mother cry
Cause we ain't have it all but my mother try
Two jobs keep me and my little brother fly
So I vow to help you never starve another dime
Hopefully we will live better in another life

[Chorus]
All this shit I'm going through, got me going through it
And I didn't choose this life, I was born to it
This song a touch of soul you can mourn to it
And my daughter only reason that I'm doing music
All this shit I'm going through, got me going through it
And I didn't choose this life, I was born to it
This song a touch of soul you can mourn to it
And my daughter only reason that I'm doing music

[Verse 2]
Somebody once said I rap about the same shit
Been cursed since birth and it ain't changed since
All this shit in schoolbooks ain't never made sense
Cause all the pimps and drug dealers who became rich
?my unc used to dip up in his soft bag
They say born hard head make a soft ass
But now he on hard, shit is all bad
Then my annie caught cancer and went bald fast
Just a kid i didn't really understand much
Doctors said she probably wouldn't live ten months
But he ain't know my auntie she wasn't givin nothing
Stay strong and almost lived till she was fifty-one
So sick of being sick got me sippin tough
Thirty stick up in my fifth shit I stick you up
?buck fifty leave you linking make up stich you up
Its just me against the world I couldn't give a fuck

[Chorus]
All this shit I'm going through, got me going through it
And I didn't choose this life, I was born to it
This song a touch of soul you can mourn to it
And my daughter only reason that I'm doing music
All this shit I'm going through, got me going through it
And I didn't choose this life, I was born to it
This song a touch of soul you can mourn to it
And my daughter only reason that I'm doing music

[Verse 3]
I did see so much shit Im starting to see ghosts
Floating as Im coming down off this pink coke
And all beef get grinded in the meat loaf
You better know Im well known through the east coast
Im talking DC, VA to B-molt
And my philly niggers flyer than a eagle
And they know blow keep it a C note
But in this four-o that Im toting this three-o
Better rap with that and I bet you get three-o
Praying for my auntie who just went through a mean stroke
Lost all feeling on her left side
Traumatized said she looked right in deaths eyes
Now I can see she sad, she in a wheelchair
But the fam, we just happy that she still here
I swear life be throwing obstacles at you
When you living where I live its a lot to adapt to

RIP The Jacka