The Struggle

I walk down the block with my stomach in knots
Broke as a joke, no ends at all
Can't play ball and my Timbs is small
My landlord's a jerk, the water don't work
My little sister twelve and she bought her own skirt
Rather do Kirk than do her homework
Things're twisted, opportunity knocked but I missed it
It's like I'm trapped in a maze walk around in a daze
I won't rest 'til I'm paid or I'm down in my grave
I wanna look tough, but my sneakers is scuffed
I had a little money but it came and it went
Now its either pay the rent or stay in a tent
and all you got up in your pocket is lint, you get the hint?
I ain't gonna front, all I want is to stunt
a pair of blue and yellow dunks and my hundreds in chunks
But, people see me, put they purse to the front
Honeys don't respect when you call 'em collect
and it's 25 cent you can call 'em direct
I find myself losing when I'm trying to win
I don't know where it begins but this is where it could end