[Hook: Lori Perri]

Day after day, seems like I push against the clouds
They just keep blocking out the sun
It's seems since I was born
I've waken every blessed morning
Down on my luck and up against the wind
Don't you stop, don't you run, don't you cry

[Verse 1: Los]

Yo, please excuse this black mans pain
As I have a flash back of the last mans [?]
In my city, nothing pretty
N***as got it rough if you hustle you still struggle
Shit is not enough and it's rottin'
N***as plottin, to bust a n***as brains
Over colors, young brothers they fucking with them gangs
It's tradition, if you snitchin' it's money on yo head
If you poppin', them boys watchin, that's 20 with the feds
And it's fucked up, you will never have another sunny
Day, if they find the body they gone add another twenty
Till that twenty, now is forty, n***a doin thirty
Doin' hell in the cell, he thinkin' n***as did him dirty
You heard me, these girls is following these trends it's kinda crazy
N***a drive a Mercedes and now Brenda's got a baby
And lately, I've prayin I been really prayin
That n***as won't be so silly and really see what I'm sayin'
[Hook]