Supastition - Honest Living lyrics
They try to make me feel bad ‘cause I don't wanna live in this f**ed up neighborhood. ‘Cause I refuse to deal dope to take care of my children. You know! (Live how I live, it's only ‘cause I've been through it) Verse one: Why is it wrong that I long for a life with no violence? Or sirens following sounds of gunshots firing? Innocent folks dying, living here grows tiresome Jobs I'm qualified for froze hiring So I am just simply a product of my environment So, screw retirement, Im barely getting by with this On a wish, wing and a prayer, I wanna make this rap thing a career But it's the same love ballad I've been singing for years So my lady don't seem to care… Cause the false hopes and promises, we've both seen our share But… I know there's gotta be some way for me to profit more I know there's life waiting outside these projects doors When I explore my options, I'm coming up short I try to vent to my friends but what the f** for? I scream my dreams they seem less impressed with it I guess my boys are just well dressing pessimists Busy chasing estrogen, they s**ually charged If destiny called they probably too lazy to check messages Don't get me wrong, I ain't ashamed to be hood Understood? but it'll be good if I could see less of it Less aggressiveness, way less police greetings A new neighborhood would change the way police greet us From a “hey, boy” to a simple “hello, sir” They wouldn't see me as some ignorant Negro first But nowadays I'm fed up hearing my old earth Tripping cause I'm in between jobs trying to soul search See I've looking up and down but there's no work Filling applications out, dropping off resumes but even though I'm too talented for that peasant pay Realistically, I'm a peasant in present day Without money, I just can't afford to hesitate Plus I'm hungry, trying to put us in a better place that's really what I need to do I'm sick of living in an area where people won't even deliver pizza too And these security gates they break daily So my lady and my neighbors don't feel safety My homies seem complacent with wasting away Or just partying' til the date they placed in a grave But even though I don't got a pot to piss in I got a mission, I'm optimistic gotta drop the negative views blocking my vision Gotta pocket some quick dollars like it's nobody's business Racing against the clock, feels like I'm chasing the second hand I'm to the point I'll take any job that you recommend forgot about the fact I've been on multiple tours I'm not too high-minded to work at a grocery store or any place I'm employed, I got pride, don't think that mine is missing what kind of man is ashamed to make an honest living? I mean, my children got food, clothes, shelter and I'mma be embarra**ed? come on… what kind of times you live in? where dope dealers get more respect than 9 to 5ers What kind of man would be ashamed to make an honest living? Chorus: It feels like I'm struggling and barely getting by The attitude around me is live and let die My boys, they just wanna get drunk and get high But I just wanna make me an honest living I just wanna make me an honest living I just wanna make me an honest living (Live how I live, it's only ‘cause I've been through it)