(feat. Dona)



[Cormega]

I'm filled with optimism as I write a composition

that might ease the hunger pains that'll keep me out of prison

some claim they use to hustle in they verses

I'm cursed with a past addiction, of getting paid off crack addictions

glad I'm living, shit changed I'm looking at flicks of fam who's missing

some angels, some in prison

sending letters to they girl, who endeavor in the world

and like it or not, seeks pleasures of the world

I'm fighting with my conscience, like rival gangs in Compton

cuz I don't like a person, should I refrain or pop him?

I write the trifest verses, in the hood I'm like a prophet trying to fight the serpent

and live a thug life, I'm determined

to get right like Tony but I don't sniff white

I hit mics straight up, no cut, my flow just

improving, hip-hop is in a state of disillusion

and I'm a infiltrate the weak

like my rhyme invigorates the beat, like my nine intimidates the street

my mind is deeper than wounds inflicted when I blaze my heat

it was predicted I would come from the slums

and show these fake niggaz how it's done, uh..



[Hook x2: Dona]

For years niggaz glorified the ill criminal life, Personified

I'm just trying to do me, stay alive

get money, keep my family tight

Legal Hustle till I die..



[Dona]

I remember rocking the same jeans for the whole weak

staring at my mother, watching her drink her misery

nothing for me to do, God'll see us through

in the ghetto everybody's not me or you

I'm strong minded, the rest is blinded

even through the darkest nights I shine like a diamond

baby's crying, dogs barking, in the background you can hear Marvin

singing the blues, some fights you win or you lose

to tell you the truth, I ain't into losing

this is a ghetto reunion, all my niggaz is here

I swear, I wish my grandpops was here

to see his baby girl on top

in Heaven, I know you watching, the shit don't stop

Biggie and Pac, remember, forever

we all play hard together, let's get money together..



[Hook x4: Dona]