Sob Story

I come from the trenches where niggaz ain't even have a pot to piss in

Have to pray to make it through the day, we calling talking into existence

They'll never know why we hustle, is it either that, or go off the deep end

They'll never know our struggle, but wonder why we always on defense

I ain't even about to pretend life been great cause it hasn't

Recovered from all the damage, so you can miss me like a pageant

I don't wanna hear your sob story, got one of my own damn it

It's just the way it get handled, let's just start a man up challenge

Everybody been through something, not everybody but most of us

A few born wit a silver spoon, a lot more to the coke lovers

Some will never know struggle, a lot more know it first hand