A Hustlers Prayer

Man I’m tired of this bullshit
And I lost my dawg and I felt like this the worst that it could get
Till I lost my daughter, felt like emptyin’ out that full clip
And I put it on mama, fifth of the Hen, I’m just gonna slow sip
Cuz I’m way to stressed and again I’m blessed because I’m still here
Lookin’ in that mirror I can see a man with no fear
Oh lord oh lord this world is hell although we livin’ in it
Gotta keep my vibe, oh why oh why must I just keep on sinnin’?
Tryin’ to keep it real in a world so fake, now can I get a witness?
Got niggas killing over Jordan’s, gettin' life in prison