I've been a youth and a hustle for the whole of my life
Never gave up, never doubted that I would rise
Cause I know I was born to be a sufferer
Broke us to cover what ma identified as
My prize, all the competition make it even rougher
With the envy and red eye, cabina barrel style
Some lose dem humanity and make dem soul defile
Dem heart get corrupt and mind smoggy like a muffler
You be the ones who really genuine
I didn't choose so much