[Hook]
Yeah, it's hard to make it in this cold world
Blink then it's over, hurts when it's sober
Work then it's back to the one bed, one bath
Gas not included, Craigslisted sofa
If you don't wanna be like you then who will
Men wanna be like Mike, women Oprah
Living in a system of soldiers
I choose freedom even if it means being wanted on posters
[Verse 1]
I am my own man, might be in the march
Itching to start some sh** with some bigoted old man
Never wanna get with the program
I do what I like, smile bright as I told them
I write my own theme music, this isn't teen music
This is f**ing serious, people we need music
This is my therapy, life is unbearably hard
Hip Hop saved me, without it I would hate at the world [?]
I probably would've k**ed the motherf**er that tried to k** me
His mother and father would've got it for giving birth to him
His lawyer would've been in the soil
And every member of the jury hurry, north to northwestern memorial
But what stopped me is my occupation
I'm my own therapist and my own patient
And I don't need an ovation from a crowd of fans
Just my wife's respect and for my son to be proud of dad, yeah
[Hook]
Yeah, it's hard to make it in this cold world
Blink then it's over, hurts when it's sober
Work then it's back to the one bed, one bath
Gas not included, Craigslisted sofa
If you don't wanna be like you then who will
Still men wanna be like Mike, women Oprah
Living in the system of soldiers
I choose freedom even if it means being wanted on posters
[Verse 2]
Any moment may be your last moment
Why we always going in reverse and then fast forward
Most trauma you got you probably asked for it
It's probably your fault, you want forgiveness then ask for it
You can lie your whole life there's probably a mask for it
But when you take it off you walk off in a cast for it
Broken promises are hard to heal in this tick tick time bomb
That's why I shoot the gift like it's a firearm
Pile on good times cause life's too short
I wanna win, extend all limbs and hit the pile on
I hope I die with the ref standing over my dead body
With his hands held high over his head
Don't ever say I didn't try my hardest
Verse a work of art and I'm a die an artist
And I'm a write the plot thick until the plot thickens
And when it's thick enough
I think of other ways to keep my heart ticking
[Hook]
Yeah, it's hard to make it in this cold world
Blink then it's over, hurts when it's sober
Work then it's back to the one bed, one bath
Gas not included, Craigslisted the sofa
If you don't wanna be like you then who will
Still men wanna be like Mike, women Oprah
Living in the system of soldiers
I choose freedom even if it means being wanted on posters