[Hook: Lori Perri]
Day after day, seems like I push against the clouds
They just keep blocking out the sun
It's seems since I was born
I've waken every blessed morning
Down on my luck and up against the wind
Don't you stop, don't you run, don't you cry
[Verse 1: Los]
Yo, please excuse this black mans pain
As I have a flash back of the last mans [?]
In my city, nothing pretty
n***as got it rough if you hustle you still struggle
sh** is not enough and it's rottin'
n***as plottin, to bust a n***as brains
Over colors, young brothers they f**ing with them gangs
It's tradition, if you snitchin' it's money on yo head
If you poppin', them boys watchin, that's 20 with the feds
And it's f**ed up, you will never have another sunny
Day, if they find the body they gone add another twenty
Till that twenty, now is forty, n***a doin thirty
Doin' hell in the cell, he thinkin' n***as did him dirty
You heard me, these girls is following these trends it's kinda crazy
n***a drive a Mercedes and now Brenda's got a baby
And lately, I've prayin I been really prayin
That n***as won't be so silly and really see what I'm sayin'
[Hook]