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Lyrics

Sometimes I wake up in the morning stressing
You know it’s hard to feel happy when you feel no progression
That money used to disappear before we even got it
I used to wonder why it was so hard to make a profit
Every single month the bills grow late
Parents sacrificing everything to keep us straight
It felt like everyday my daddy used to beat us
Me and my brother couldn't bite the hand that feed us
Cause' we too young to really understand
What it's like being a father being a man
He sold his music equipment that was his only treasure
I learned sometimes you gotta bleed to release the pressure
I trust in God and I just to try keep my head up but the shit don't work
I'm dropping money in that basket thinking that's going work
But it don't work and I wonder why
Momma used to go in that bathroom where she would cry
Sometimes I wake up in the morning stressing
I got a story to tell
Sometimes I wake up in the morning stressing
I got a story to tell
My parents kicked my brother out that nigga fell for the streets
It felt like something was wrong cause' no reaction from me
I gotta deal with them bigger niggas alone now
I gotta handle the youngest two on my own now
I'm on a block full of robbers and car jackers
Made friends with some dealers some who got slammed after
We used to steal out them stores we ain't had shit
It ain't no good in my town we doing bad shit
The laws used to roll around my street
Them white folks used to call them
Call them white man's beast
My parents argued a lot
That shit was fucking up my sleep
So I hit the block a lot being home was blocking my peace
Cause' nobody in the house could really understand me
TV don't make sense cause' it ain't bout my family
I'm in my brother hand me downs
I ain't really had clothes
Started sleeping in my class
I ain't really had goals
I hate my life
I barely smiled
5 times that I heard it
And what’s the point of living if you feel you don’t deserve it
I guess we lost the purpose through all that pain that we feel
Most of our life while we always working
And all that working put a shift in my mind frame
I felt nothing
I got immune to all the pain
I long lost the purpose of crying tears
Cause' them tears don't really put away my fears
Sometimes I wake up in the morning stressing
I got a story to tell
Sometimes I wake up in the morning stressing
I got a story to tell
My deepest thoughts come 100 ways
A lucid dreamer but the future won’t predict my days
Better days supposed to come I found it hard to believe
Sometimes I felt so alone sometimes alone I'm at ease
I hit my knees begging god for help
Did he do it at all or did I do it all myself?
Cause' we don't really struggle like back in the days before
I can handle some of them bills they ain't trouble no more
I know my family ain't perfect because we still fight
I'm glad my brother survived that nigga alright
And now we both rapping
Ain't that some shit
My daddy used to be a rapper now his sons could spit
But Imma be the one to shake shit and get us a mill
Cause' I'm putting all of my soul into this music for real
Niggas say they love my shit they say I'm harder than most
When you going do some videos?
When you going do you some shows?
I find I smile a little more compared to older times
They say I'm hard to approach
That's just my state of mind
I'm too dirty I mean that south done rose a nigga rough
It's strange hearing I love you cause' I ain't heard enough
Sometimes I wake up in that morning stressing
My mind numb always searching for the answer when my blessing gone come
I conversate with my beats when I sit a spell
Go get our people together cause' a nigga he got a story to tell
Sometimes I wake up in the morning stressing
I got a story to tell
Sometimes I wake up in the morning stressing
I got a story to tell
Sometimes I wake up in the morning stressing
I got a story to tell
Sometimes I wake up in the morning stressing
I got a story to tell