""Cops is firing niggas is dying And for the ones tryna make it out please keep trying Cause niggas out here die for no reason it's killer season Kids dying somebody's son daughter nephew and nieces R.I.P big bro I swear I miss you man I wish I was right up there hanging with you man In the hood there's no hope them crackers take us for jokes They laugh at us when we successful they mad at us Crack fiends in the hood with bad habits And cops passing always tryna stop and harass us Liquor stores on the corner they tryna line us Go to white neighborhoods you hardly find one It's a cold world that's why we hold heat Either your pops in jail dead or a deadbeat We gotta eat by any means necessary Cause niggas hustle from February to February And ain't no telling how many niggas in cemeteries It hurt to see my brother's name on that obituary They tryna bring us down but fuck 'em we ain't breaking And for my brother I promised that nigga that I'ma make it I'm just tryna make it through the day And I just wanna get away So I'ma inhale until I'm out of breath And I'ma drink this bottle 'til it's nothing left It really hurt me when they killed my brother He was only 20 when they took his life from him I was 17 I was happy with a dream But when he died I realized life ain't really what it seems It's a cold world so fuck it I'm a cold girl And I'm screaming fuck the whole world Cause life took that one person that meant most to me Other half he was close to me I want him close to me Now he a ghost to me I feel like there's no hope for me That's why I keep that ghost with me Cock it back and pop a nigga close to me Cause I don't trust nobody I think i need some damn help I can't trust niggas I don't trust my damn self And that's why my brother dead because he trust niggas He fucked around and trusted a fuck nigga I'm just tryna make it through the day And I just wanna get away So I'ma inhale until I'm out of breath And I'ma drink this bottle 'til it's nothing left I'm stressing anxiety and depression I carry a lot of anger a lot of hate and agression I'm lost and I'm just tryna find my way home how In a world full of people I feel alone after Almost losing a sister I lost a brother and Never having a father only a mother My sister was one pound and twelve ounces premature You heard? one pound not three or four But she survived and that's a blessing in disguise We prayed and we had faith I guess hope is still alive And now she's in middle school you see how time flies? Just to see her graduate is a feeling I can't describe She ain't really know her brother he passed when she was five She was three when she last saw him alive And I'm just happy that she ain't gotta ever live with that pain Shit I be ready to cry hearing his name man I'm just tryna make it through the day And I just wanna get away So I'ma inhale until I'm out of breath And I'ma drink this bottle 'til it's nothing left Dear lord I know I'm sinning but It's hard to change the way I'm living I gotta get it I gotta get it I gotta get it I'm just tryna make it through the day And I just wanna get away So I'ma inhale until I'm out of breath And I'ma drink this bottle 'til it's nothing left Dear lord I know I'm sinning but It's hard to change the way I'm living I gotta get it I gotta get it Oh I gotta get it""

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Writer(s): KATORAH MARRERO