Cause I'm on set, make it work, break even on 9 to 5's. Cigarettes and lotto tickets, tryna keep that grind alive
Inside I'm treading waters steady tryna swim ashore.
You can't say you're happy either. You don't even smile for me.
I drive two black cars, I named em Malcolm X and Martin Luther.
I'm halfway around the world with dozens of bags, feeling like all 4 members of Color Me Badd.
I guess I'm still holding on to something that I know will probably never happen, because somewhere deep down inside me, I have this little piece of hope that someday, it will.