Damidamon

Intro
I wanna dedicate this to everybody in da struggle
Whoever you are whatever good you're from
Whatever you're going through
Just smile man

Hook
I know it seems so hard life goes on
I see you struggle all day my nigg* tryna get paid
Choose the right not the wrong way and you gon make it out the ghetto the sure way
Just smile
I know it seems so hard life goes on
I see you struggle all day my nigg* tryna get paid
It's a game d way we living don't get played
Play the game right make your way out
Just smile

Verse 1
They got a brother
Sitting back reminiscing on my past years
Cause it's been he'll for me they got me all stressed
I'm trying to figure out the right from the wrong steps
Rolling my weed puff puff till the night comes
Mama tells me leave the house homies get paid
So I'm out making moves tryna make way
I ain't alone a couple homies on the same street
So we fight amongst ourselves tryna get bread
Damm shame black on black crime seems to be the way for us ghetto bastards tryna gett paid
Looking back i see tears dripping down her face
Another mother says goodbye to her young son
Can't explain the pain she feels when her son drops
Sh*ts scary we pull the trigger kill our own race
I shed tears for the brothers in the cemetery
Hope you're in a better place brothers

Verse 2
I was too immature to understand the game but now I see it so clearly
Witness the fall of my brother on the perry ferry
See they don't understand the love that we both shared
Though we separate at times but you still down
Reminiscing on the fights and the close calls
My main man playing games tryna stick me up
So I'm out with my nine tryna get mine
I guess it's time for another funeral in the ghetto
Wish I couldshow my peers tell dem how we're all losing
There goes a brother from another mother dead gone
Another hope of a ghetto family shot dead
Lil homies stay strong I swear I'll supply your needs
Dry your eyes don't cry boy life goes on
When it's rough homies call me I'll never fail
Stay strong stay in school keep your grades up
And you gon make it out the ghetto just smile

Verse 3
Somebody pray hard for we ghetto kids
Because we be steady making moves tryna get bread
Wrong moves got us all dropping so young
I feel the ghetto is all messed up true talk
I swear I see every ghetto kid tryna change
But we be getting locked up drugged up
Behind the smile I can see you're stressing
Mama don't cry I swear ima fight till the very end
And the three strike law is just drastic another form of slavery lock Em up loose the keys
But I ain't tripping we soldier
I see a better future on the way we gon smile at the very end
We should all bring changes making sure the little ones behind never witness this hard life
Because they're the leaders of tomorrow
Yea I know it seems so hard but we gotta do it just try