Poor Mans Bread

[Intro]
Huh
Look

[Verse 1]
I'd give my life for this
Can't lie, always figured I'd be doin' life for this
Pursue the money, clouded my judgement, lost my mind a bit
Foreign cars and designer fits was a minor fix
I wasn't broke, I was broken
Sold freedom in a ziplock
Traffic and drought, felt like gridlock
Goin' nowhere fast
Wrong side of the tracks
Junkies on display, a long line of tracks from where they vein collapse
Filled with rage at a tender age
Acted in a play where poverty took center stage, what a plot twist
We was all poor, but it was all good
I remember I used to rip Mercedes emblems of car hoods
Now I got Benz money off raw goods
On and off books, my reflection in the mirror, I had to take a
Hard look

[Interlude]
I had to look at myself like, "Damn, look at you"
"Look at what you becomin'"

[Verse 2]
I could of blew trial
Thank God for second chances, I would of felt like Boobie Miles
Vein blew out his knee like, "What I'm gon' do now?"
I was right for war
Chance of survival was a roll of the dice for sure
When Dred got killed, that's when I realised life was short
And I just gave 'em the 4 pound the night before

[Interlude 2]
What's crazy 'bout that
Streets was sayin' me and my niggas the ones that killed him
That shit had me fucked up

[Verse 3]
Them short stories turn to tall tales
And I heard your war stories, they was all fails
My first bid they hit me with a [?]
Type of time to turn a atheist into a believer
But wait, it gets deeper
I'm pourin' out Natural Lights for my niggas that passed
And the ones doin' natural life
"Keep the faith", a wise man once said
'Cause when you have nothin', hope is the poor man's bread