I've had aspirations of livin the good life.
Two storie house, white picket fence, and a beautiful wife.
But, then I'm back to reality and I'm far from that.
No, silver spoon in my mouth so I had to start from scratch.
Working my 9 to 5 just to but clothes on my back.
Got to do what it takes without selling a single gram of crack.
Boyz around the block talking about how the world's getting colder and colder.
Like they only way to survive is by carring this chip on my shoulder.
Money, cars and clothes.
I'm not trying to be a G, or a P.I.M.P
I want you to understand what it's like to be me.
I'm not asking for pitty, or a box of tissuses.
Like everybody else I know I have issues.
But I never let it slow me down.
Even though It's hard not to frown when the rain's pouring down.
And it never seems to get better.
But I know life isn't all gray clouds and stormy weather.
So I keep my head up.
My both feet on the ground.
In the hopes of one day the sun will come back around.
And this is how I know I'm livin the good life.