am what i am

this is ghetto reality in texas. you see i am what i am, and it is what it is, you'd feel how i feel, if you been where i been, live what i live, see what i see, so get out my ear, and just let me be, i'm a survivor of the struggle, i lived life hard, single mama with half a job, i was raised by god, no dad, the only role model i had, was a ounce of that white powder, in a ziplock bag, i don't brag about the struggles, i endured as a child, you don't know the pain i went through, to create this smile, i got one life to live, know i'm tal'n bout, so i enjoy it, cause i earned everything that i got, they hate what i got, i hear em with they cape talk, they thinking that my life, was a cake walk, i'm a man of principles, i live by my word, so it's obsurred, when i hear sour words, they gon get what they deserve, but i don't wish no harm, what goes around comes around, so partna you been warned, in the midst of all the trouble, i still remain calm, cause sunny days, will follow the storm man, just let me be, somebody questioned, if i got the right to recite what i spit, cause i've never been indicted, or divided a brick, but my life is grit, all types of crisis and shit, i decided to risk it all, to try to slide in the mix, and get what i can get, see i'm fighting negative bars, i knew it wouldn't be easy, but no one said it be hard, as it is, i mean the evil in the heart of these men, got me wondering, if i'll ever see the reward, at the end of the road, it's kind of hard to remember your goals, when you grow where, not many live to get old, i played the cards that i was given, and never listen to those, who think different, cause they inner soul is bitter and cold, i seen death, and folk get destroyed by do', nevertheless i'm blessed, so your boy got hope, i show love, to get it is a beautiful feeling, if you hate me, then blow a dick cause it's a mutual feeling, all outsiders looking in, think they know where i been, trying to be my friend, cause of the position i'm in, they know slim thug a hustler, that's destined to win, so i guess they figured, they can hold my cotail in, but i ain't the type to play that roll, and sell a nigga gold, pretend it's all cool, when i know you a hoe, cause you'll do it again, if you done it befo', it's just a matter of time, 'fore you do it some mo', i done witnessed all type, of snake niggaz and hoes, from my family to my friends, to these bitches i know, it'll surprise you, how much a lil' change bring change, you get a couple dollas, and people ain't the same, they quick to holla at you capping now, since you rapping now, see them the type of folks, you need to be packing round, cause first time to miss em, when you passing a blunt, they plotting up on you, trying to pull em a stunt,