Food 4 Thought

Food For Thought
I underestimate myself with this rapping shit, I know I got it
Music in my blood, my heart go ba boom like some speakers pounding
Im a paper chaser baby, don't fit in a wallet
I done did it all before, don't say I'm really bout it
Cause I could pull up to your crib and get the shotgun blasting
I'm so fantastic, I do this don't even write a thing
All I seen is green, my wrist iced and got shiny ring
Balling so hard, I shoot my shot,I'm always hitting green
Been through a lot, don't say I'm acting mean
Tell it how it is, ain't nobody else as real as me
Ain't no fake love in this vicinity
I done seen it all, I'd hate to see another follow me
Still
We all struggle for happiness, still can't find mine
Reaching for the stars and yet these niggas still afraid of heights
Claiming red and blue, these niggas colorblind
These streets won't get your money up, why your wasting your damn time?
We need to better ourselves and our surroundings
The same place you played hop scotch the same place they catching all these bodies
Cops harrasing, guns blasting, they hitting everybody
This generation is a mess, I can't trust anybody
Babies dying, mothers crying, ain't no love no more
Lost so many people, can't feel a thing no more
They ain't even have a chance to go and chase a dream
Now they're up in heaven wishing they could do it differently